life is hell

20’s/ she/her/ life is a race test, but i'm sedentary

[grahamsmutt]

some more interpretation because i'm insufferable! and also because i haven't done one of these in a while.

in season one, we mostly see hannibal positioned above will. above in the sense, he acts like god, which evidently, he loves to do as proven by the scene where he brings bella crawford back from the dead- by tossing a coin. her "gift" could be a metaphor for the offerings that religious people offer god, begging them to fulfil their wishes. which, mostly does not happen, similar to how bella didn't get to die in a way she wanted to. he does not 'fear god' as he doesn't fear himself or his nature, because he knows it is inevitable. violence is settled into his bones, it's not necessarily something he is frightened by.

in season two however, the imagery is not the same as it shifts drastically; we see will being positioned above hannibal in a lot of scenes. this doesn't mean will likes to act as god. it's just that hannibal views will him as his god- and lets him act as his god. not something he necessarily worships (not yet at least). but, these are really in scenes where it's clear that will is working with jack crawford, and only acting as bait for hannibal. in the other scenes, where we can't tell that if will is actually acting as bait for hannibal, or is being his true self, they are portrayed as equals, as they stand face to face.

in conclusion, they switch.

[hazashiovo]

Imagine beeing Aemonds enemy yet his biggest obsession.

PART 2!

You woke up barely managing to keep your eyes open. You can't even remember the way you got here, in the huge bed you lay into and not at Storms End.

After a few minutes you wake up, now standing on the edge of the bed and trying to figure where you are.

You get up, even though the throbbing headache is telling you to sit down.

Once you see a window you know you fucked up very bad, Kings Landing, the last place you wished to see.

You're terrified, you don't know where Ghost is or how did you got here, but you know one thing, that it's all Aemonds doing.

-You're awake. -

Aemonds voice cuts the silence in the large empty room, by the Gods , that's the last voice you wished to hear.

You keep quiet, staring at the window, where the moon rests on the dark sky.

-haven't I told you, that I will capture and own you?-

His amused voice taunted over you.

-You may have me trapped, but by no means you own me, my body or soul. -

You cough a bit, the storm affected your health.

You can't even imagine your poor mother once she finds Ghost with no trace of her daughter, Gods you hope Ghost is ok.

You didn't want to land Aemond the satisfaction of asking about your dragon's where abouts, more worried about the fact that you're cornered by the enemies, the only one you wish no harm upon are Haelena and her children, she's the sweetest and she doesn't deserve to be caught in all of this.

You didn't even notice how close Aemond is now to you until his hand grips you jaw tightly.

-Do you still believe that illusion, bastard? -

You forcefully pull away from him, glaring at him.

You look straight in his eyes, not allowing him to see you as vulnerable as you truly feel.

-You must be demented to truly believe you can enslave me, a Targaryen with blood of the dragon that runs deep in my veins. -

You spit your words sternly at him, in wich he in return chuckles.

-I am heir of Rhaenyra Targaryen. True Queen of the Andals and the first men, unlike your usurper whore of a brother and traitor of a mother you have.-

You continue ,wishing to see him more pissed. You're determined to show him he can't break you.

He grabs your hair violently and brings his face incredibly close to yours, nose almost touching.

-Watch your mouth bastard or I shall have your tongue and sent in as a gift to your whore of a mother.-

You smile, at the inpact you have on him with only your words.

-You seem to wish a lot of parts of my body, my prince. First my eye, now my tongue, what's next?-

You grin as your confident voice fills the room.

You notice the way you affect him and how he clenched his jaw as his eye seized your whole figure up shamelessly.

He hummed in annoyance and pulled away from you.

In a quick move he left the chambers you were trapped in.

You try hard to think of a way to leave, but you know the castle is guarded from head to bottom with guards.

You have no idea of Ghosts whereabouts or if your family knows you were kidnapped.

You groan in frustration, you also notice the green nightgown you wear once you see a mirror.

You look at yourself in the mirror, punching it in frustration.

You're in a high tower so you can't climb down. Nor fly away on Ghost's back since your dear dragon is not here.

You than remember, the secret passages in the castle. They are everywhere, connected to every room.

You make quickly way of searching the walls and soon enough your hand touches an unusual part of the wall right next to the bed. You open it and see a dark hall with a row of staircase.

When you were a child you used to roam those halls , and found the secret passages by mistake.

Unfortunately, you once found Aegon in his room with a woman.

He always made you uncomfortable even to be in the same room. His intentions towards you and any other girl with a pair of tits is obvious, the way Aegon would strip you naked with his eyes at breakfast when your family was over there, or the remarks he would make from time to time shamelessly in front of everyone told you enough.

The same way you found the exit trough the passage and sometimes explored the town as a child.

You decided to wait, he would be expecting you to do a move and try to escape.

You looked at your body knuckles as you groaned.

Soon enough you started coughing, your head burning and throbbing in pain.

The best thing to do is lay down and rest, you need to gather energy for your escape.

You grab a shard from the broken mirror as safety, since none of you're weapons can be seen .

Reluctantly you lay down, hiding the weapon under the pillow.

Once the late noon set he entered the room, you are still asleep, he tought to himself.

He doesn't know why he's here, he just knows he likes watching you.

The way your face is at peace as you sleep.

Soon enough he noticed the broken mirror and your injured fist.

-Stupid girl-

He sighs in annoyance.

Aemonds face inched closer to yours .

In a swift move you grab your shard and pointed it at his neck,making a move so you switch ,you're straddling him.

-you got a lot of nerve.-

You glare at him as you push the shard deeper in his neck, not drawing bl99d but enough to keep him down.

The way your hand grips the weapon makes you bleed instead, but you don't seem to mind as your eyes glare at Aemonds shocked face.

-you abduct me, you lock me up here and dare treathen me and than you also think you can touch and stalk me while I'm asleep?! -

You angrily shout with rage on your face.

Even with you holding him at knife point situation Aemond can't help but admire the position you're on, the way your tights are straddling his lower waist, it your dress slightly showing your chest. Your untied hair and gorgeous angry expression on top of him.

He hates this, he feels like his pervert brother but he can't help himselfs.

He's ashamed on how blood runs to his down part making him hard and painful.

You don't seem to notice the slight change in his expression.stil blinded by rage.

Oh but he feels it, when you slightly move to lean down to him.

-you didn't really think I'll be that stupid.-

You whispered in his ear, your face so close to his. Oh how he wants to put his hands on your waist, cares and kiss your lips that are slightly parted, how he wishes to see your expression as he would take you right than and there, just the taught makes him painful in his pants.

He wants you to beg for him, to plead and moan for him , his fantasy is quickly stopped once you leave his lap , he didn't even notice you stealing his dagger away.

He almost groaned at the loss of contact.

-Where is Ghost?-

You demand to know ,point the dagger at him fiercely.

-what makes you think you would make it past this hall?-

Aemond replies with a smug grin on his face .

-Where!-

You question once again.

He quickly grabs the dagger from your hold, how the tables turned. A quick move and he's behind you holding you in a chokehold.

-I can't figure if you're a stupid bastard or a brave one-

You can feel something poking your ass, oh god how you wish it's not what you think it is.

-I didn't expect you to take what I said earlier so literally.-

You remark, chuckling and letting him know you can feel his... Problem.

-I bet you've barely waited for this.-

You try to push him away, but instead he rubes his lower part onto you. You also can hear him groan from the friction.

You are trying not to give in, remembering the words he said at storms end.

On of his hands made it's way to your waist as the other one cuped your jaw.

You're really debating if you should make a run for it or fall into the pleasure.

His hands roam your body freely.

One of his hands grope your chest as the other unties the laces of the night gown , he slowly makes friction on your ass, trying to relieve himself.

He moves you towards the bed, he didn't want to have you like a common whore... Did he?

You saw how he was planing on taking you from behind, so you quickly changed positions , now on top of him like minutes before.

-If you're that eager to even think I'll allow you to have me like Aegon has his whores you must be demented-

You smirked as you saw him without any words to share, he seems like he accepted the situation.

You didn't like the silence, after all he started this. You rolled your hips slowly, creating friction for the two of you. He groans lowly as you cup his jaw forcefully.

-Talk.-

-Now you're being quiet?-

-And what do you want me to say?-

His voice finally is heard.

-earlier you were acting like I was your slave, but, look who's at my mercy now-

You rolled your hips once again to Prove your point, feeling his painful hard cock in his clothes.

-stop toying with me bastard whore. -

His slightly disheveled face made you feel accomplished, yet not his words.

Your hand grabbed his hair, pulling with enough strength to punish him for his words.

-You're at my mercy, watch your tongue, dog.-

An mischievous smile was found on your face.

Slowly, you start undoing your night gown, making him wait. You take of the top part Painfully slow, revealing your boobs to him.

He raises his hand to touch, yet you slap it away. You glare at him, warning him not to do that again or he gets no release this night.

Aemond groans in annoyance, yet he obbeys.

You lean down on him, giving him a good look on what he can't touch without your permission.

You make your way to his top, skilfully taking it of . Letting his lightly toned chest free, you take off the shirt completely. Hand touching his muscled abdomen.

You grab his hand and place it on your breast as your hand touches his face almost lovingly.

You decided to keep teasing him, you rolled your hips again, feeling yourself aroused to. In return he groans and gropes your breast with a bit of force, which makes you let out a small whimper.

His cock hard feeling against your lower part, so close yet so far.

You lower down, undoing his pants while making sure to look him in the eye , your hand so close to his aching cock, you run your hands up his abdomen, cold ones making him flinch.

His pants lay undone, only his garments on.

-you look way prettier this way-

You compliment him, Aemond has his ears all red by now, he doesn't know if he can take more than you give.

-after all you did, do you think you're worthy of what you want me to do to you?-

You ask, slapping his tigh when he diesent respond.

-Answer me, cat got your tongue?-

You start kissing from his lower belly to his abdomen up to his neck.

You leave bit marks all around his chest and neck while his hands travel up and down your torso and chest.

You look at him in the eye, feeling very confident and proud by how you have him bottomed.

Each time you bite and kiss he let's out sweet moans and groans that go up your ego.

Your face is now inches of his.

Looking up his eye, you see his eye patch, he didn't expect you to take it of, but you did.

-are you done playing already? -

His voice no longer confident like it used to be, but like a whisper.

Your hand cups his face, one hand behind grabbing at his hair. Your lips find his as you nip at his bottom lip, making sure to tease him.

One of his hands goes around your waist, bringing you closer and the other holding the back of your head, like a starved man.

Your eyes find his and his piercing blue stone eye that makes you feel things.

You decide that he was teased enough, so you took of the rest of your nightgown of, revealing the rest.

His eye took in your whole Apearence, the same way your eyes did with him.

Slowly, you raised your self up.

You took his throbbing cock in your hand, which made him flinch in pleasure at the touch, giving him a few strokes before lining it with your pussy.

Sighing, you had him enter you, at first you felt pain, being your first time, and you supposed his to.

He gripped your thighs in ecstasy and rolled his hips for friction, for which you pulled his hair as punishment.

-I didn't allow you to move.-

He groaned , one hand on your tigh another on your waist, slowly rising up to your breast and cuping it.

After you adjusted to the pain, now becoming pleasure you started rolling your hips, finding a pattern to follow.

A hand of your was on his chest, and another was holding his tigh.

-Oh God... God this feels so good.-

His groans and praises made you feel even better as you rode him like you would ride a dragon.

His hands found their way to your ass, now each part of you touched by him.

The room was filled with lewd noises and grunts, moans and whimpers.

-Gods you're doing it so good, don't stop-

Aemonds a moaning mess, you brought him in this state and he knows it. He's so intoxicated by you, that at this moment and the other that will come he wishes to never let you go again.

The way he fits so perfectly good in you, you can't even think straight.

You keep riding him until that feeling slowly grow as in you. Aemond grabbed your waist and rocked you up and down his length.

His groans are like music to you, you saw how he gripped your hips so tightly told you that he was close.

His eyes closed and mouth slightly open, hair untied and you sitting on top of him, anyone could say it was a piece of art. Your head laid back as you kept riding him, from time to time his hips pushed up.

With a final thrust you came, riding through your orgasm. Soon enough he came to, you felt him dripping hot inside you.

You took a few seconds to regain yourself.

You laid on his chest , catching your breath. Slowly, you raised yourself a but to take him out of you. He quickly grabbed you and had you in the bed.

-just, stay like this, niece-

You decide to agree and layed your head on his chest, enjoying the comfort of the bed and his body warmth .

The whole night you wandered if this would change anything, your feelings towards each other and behavior.

The next morning Prince Aemond woke up expecting to see you to his side, but in exchange he got no clothes and a missing Princess.

You left in the middle of the night, you knew Aemond wasn't stupid enough to leave Ghost there so you assumed he's in dragon pit.

After you stole the Prince's clothes you left through the secret passage.

By the time he was up you were close to dragon stone.

So I lowkey like how this turned out.

I have a few more ideas for other fanficts for the future that I plan on writing.

Until than you are free to leave requests!

I really hope you enjoyed this

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[feyrecarol]

I loved that, I'm kind of into post sex couple scenes where one is inside the other🤭😍

[maidragoste]

I wish that too

Aemond Targaryen x Targaryen!Reader (Daughter of Rhaenyra) x Aegon II Targaryen

Masterlist Serie

Part 3

sorry for the delay in updating. Thank you very much for all the support, for the votes, the reblogs and the comments remember that my inbox is open so you can ask me questions or tell me your thoughts on this series. you can also ask me to write something else

Disclaimer: English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes.

"What are you reading?" you asked breaking the silence.

You were in your brother's chambers, Aegon. There wasn't a day when you didn't visit him, you always made time to see him or sometimes you forced him to take a walk with you and the children in the gardens, of course, you did this only when the king or your husband was not with you.

"About Daenys the Dreamer"

"Is it interesting?" you inquired hoping your brother will talk to you more. You remembered when he was younger and rambled excitedly about the stories your parents told him. But now you hardly listened to him speak, after your mother's death Aegon had become a quiet child. If you could you would take away all the pain. You were sad that your little brother had to see the horrors of war, he was too young to have to see his family die.

"You can't marry him," said the boy calling your attention "We can escape in your dragon" he kept talking surprisingly to you even more because it wasn't a secret that since he saw Sunfyre burning your mother he didn't like dragons anymore. He tensed up whenever he heard or saw a dragon. He even refused to spend time with the dragon egg you gave him. So for him to propose escaping with your dragon he really didn't want you to marry the king.

"Egg, I have to do it" you tried to caress his face but he pulled away from him and glared at you.

"He killed our mother" he slammed the book shut "You should hate him. You should want him dead. You should fight him but you don't do anything. You just sit next to him at dinner and walk around the gardens. Did you do the same at war while my father, mother, and Jace fought?" As he spoke his breathing became more and more labored. It seemed that at any moment he would burst into tears and all you wanted to do was take him in your arms but you knew he would reject you.

You wanted to tell Aegon that you wish you had fought with your family. Tell him how you thought more than once about getting on your dragon and going to fight together with Jace. How you dreamed of seeing him again, of hugging him and seeing his smile. In your dreams, your brother always welcomed you with open arms. But that never happened, you never left the castle, you never went looking for it. There was no point in telling Egg that because it wouldn't change anything. Your family is still dead and you are still the traitor, the idiot, the coward who did nothing during the war.

"If Jace was here he would be avenging mother" you heard him mutter.

"It doesn't matter because Jace is dead"

"I wish he was here and you were dead"

Your little brother's words didn't hurt you. If you could take the place of Jace, Luke, Joffrey, or Viserys you would without hesitation. Your brothers did not deserve that tragic end. You got goosebumps remembering how each one died. They had a lot ahead of them. Jace would have been a good king, Luke sooner or later would have learned to sail a ship without getting seasick and would have become a worthy heir to the Driftmark, Joffrey and Viserys were just children.

"I wish that too" the words came out of your mouth without even thinking about it.

Aegon looked at you with wide eyes. He wasn't serious. He loved you. He had only gotten carried away by his anger, he wanted to see your reaction, he was tired of seeing you so calm as if the death of the whole family had not affected you. But he never thought you would tell him that. He never thought you were keeping your pain to yourself.

"I wasn't serious," he said with a broken voice "I don't want you to die. I swear", I hugged you tightly feeling terrible for having made you believe otherwise "I love you"

"Shhh, Egg," you said lovingly as you stroked his hair "Okay, I know you're just mad"

"No, it's not okay" Aegon denied "I'm so sorry. I don't want you to die. I don't want to be alone" it broke your heart to hear the desperation in his voice.

"Listen to me" you took his face in your hands "You're not alone, Egg. I won't let anyone take me away from you or hurt you" you promised with total seriousness "For that I need to be queen. I'm getting married to keep the peace but also to keep you safe, do you understand?" he nodded "I love you" you kissed his forehead and hugged him tightly.

•••••

You woke up screaming feeling your skin burning, but I knew it wasn't true that it was just a product of your nightmare… You weren't burning and your mother hadn't ordered Syrax to kill you. It had only been a dream but you could still hear his voice calling you a traitor.

"Hey, hey. It's okay, you're safe" Aemond said taking you into his arms and you clung to him. You're sure you were holding his arm too tightly but he didn't seem bothered by that "Come on, breathe with me, love" your husband's soft voice comforted you as did his arms. "Inhale" he took a deep breath and waited patiently to see you do the same, he saw how your chest inflated "Exhale" you two let out their breath together. Repeated the same exercise again until the prince remembered the presence of the guard "All right, Ser Fell. You may withdraw."

"Good night, prince, princess," the guard said before leaving.

You had not realized that the guard had entered. You shouldn't have been surprised to see him. Ever since your engagement to Aegon was announced, you've always had a member of the royal guard behind you. Today it was Ser Willis Fell's turn to guard your door. Clearly hearing your screams had entered your room in search of an intruder. You felt ashamed. Soon you would be queen and here you were screaming from a bad dream like you were a little girl again. You were hoping you hadn't woken the whole castle.

You also didn't realize that Baelon and Aemon were awake. Your screams woke up the children. They were crying now, clearly scared and upset that you interrupted their sleep. You feel guilty.

"I'm sorry" you let go of Aemond, you noticed your fingernail marks on his arm "Could you hold Aemon while I held Baelon?" you asked and were about to get out of bed when the prince took your face in his hands.

"You have nothing to apologize for or to feel ashamed of" he declared and hoped you could see that he was speaking with total sincerity "I am your husband, I am here to support you. Never be afraid to show your fears to me. I am here" I kiss your forehead.

"Thank you" in another moment you would have smiled when hearing his words but now you felt discouraged. Still those words meant a lot to you, they gave you security and comfort, so you kissed him hoping to convey your feelings. "Now let's calm down those beasts before they wake up everyone"

They both got out of bed and went to the twins' crib. You couldn't help but snort as you watched Aemon quickly seem to calm down just by being in his father's arms. Just as you were about to lovingly complain about how unfair it was that you're going to carry your baby for 9 months and then be a daddy's boy, Aegon, Jaehaera, who was clinging to her father's hand, and Egg just walked into the room. What surprised you the most was seeing your younger brother behind the king.

"Everyone is fine?" asked the king looking at you and Aemond carefully in search of any injury or something out of place. You noticed how Egg also did the same "We were worried"

"We heard your screams" Jaehaera added sadly.

"I'm sorry" you apologized as you rocked Baelon trying to calm him down "I didn't mean to wake you up or scare you. I just had a bad dream"

"Oh, mom used to sleep with me when I had nightmares. That made me feel better" said the little girl letting go of her father's hand to get closer to you and Baelon "We can sleep with you so you feel better" you decided to sit in one of the armchairs so she can see her cousin better.

"I think this is a good idea. So you're not alone ”said your brother speaking for the first time since he had entered the room. Aemond raised an eyebrow at your brother, feeling a little offended that he thought his company of him and wasn't comfortable enough for you. But then he felt like an idiot when he saw the boy's eyes and realized that Egg was actually afraid, afraid that something would happen to you if he lost sight of you.

You looked at Aemond to see if he had any complaints but your husband just nodded seeing no problem, if being around the kids made you feel better then he wouldn't deny you.

"Fine, we can have a sleepover" it wasn't enough for you to say more words for the king to order the guard to bring another mattress.

Then Aemond as he watched the servants arranging the mattresses on the floor and putting on the sheets realized that you weren't looking at him because of the children. You looked at him to see if he was okay with Aegon, the king, sleeping with you. Your bed was big enough for the two of you and the two children but not big enough for one more adult.

He was furious and was about to kick his brother out of him until he saw how relaxed you were as he took Baelon. Baelon finally seemed to calm down and he was afraid that if he took Baelon out of the king's arms his son would become hysterical again. Besides if he made a scene he would ruin everyone's mood. You were smiling as you listened to Jaehaera and Egg argue over which tale is better to tell Baelon. He decided to ignore his anger and join in the conversation, sitting next to you. You leaned your head on his shoulder and smiled at him. A part of him was afraid of your closeness to Aegon but he knew you still loved him. I could see it in your eyes.

The next day when Alicent was looking for her children and her granddaughter, they informed her that they were in your rooms. She went there and entered quietly. She found two mattresses on the floor and all the last Targaryens sleeping together. Aemond was sleeping on your left, hugging you, you were in the center with your brother sleeping on top of you, Aegon was on your right, his face was hidden in your neck, and one of his arms was tightly hugging Jaehaera, who was sleeping on top of him, and with the other, was hugging you, but also Aemond. They were all well glued. Alicent smiles at the scene. It was bittersweet. A part of her was hopeful, she believed that her family and the kingdom would find peace but the other felt resentment at the thought of her sweet Helaena, she had never seen Aegon so happy and comfortable with her and Jaehaera. Why couldn't it have been like this with Helena? What was so special about you that Aegon would settle down and start acting like a decent man?

She sighed and felt like someone was looking at her. She turned her head slightly to find Aemon sitting in her crib in silence. She walked over and took him in her arms. She checked to see that Baelon was still sleeping before heading to the door.

"Do you feel left out? It's okay, we can have breakfast together" Alicent said as she left the room.

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[feyrecarol]

I hope the future marriage is good for everyone, after such a bloody war nothing better than a little calm for the children.

[doxypsychlean]

is there a part 2 to Strong maybe bit of smut

Strong pt.2

Aegon ii Targaryen x Strong!Reader

Previous chapter: Strong pt.1

Warnings: Targcest, Explicit language, NSFW content, Blood, Aegon beats up Aemond(not that bad, I swear)

Thou shan't repost/copy/ translate any of my work or I'll sneak into your home late at night and bite your nose off!

English isn't my first language. I don't proofread. I slap commas wherever I feel they're needed.

Additional info: Instead of Rhaenyra escorting the Strong fellas back to Dragonstone, they all stay in the Red Keep(just imagine it for a sec that Alicent begged her ass off and got Rhaenyra to stay, cs she wants to spend more time w her(this is my fkn world and in it, these two make up idc)

A/N: Ooop, here it fkn issss!!! Ngl, I was cackling like a middleschooler while writing the spicy part of this one. Welp... Cheers, you horny bastards!!!

P.S. I fkn lied, this is nowhere near close to the req. Sorry, dear Anon.

A choked up sob came out of the Prince's mouth as he rubbed the linen washcloth over the bitemarks on his neck. Tears welled up in his eyes, but Aegon was quick to blink them away, before the woman could see.

She was sat across him, on the edge of the bed, watching him as Aegon dabbed away the blood. She was already dressed, in a long, bell-sleeved green gown that showed off every curve of hers. Aegon sneaked a glance at her deep neckline, then quickly averted his eyes.

The woman noticed it immediately, eyes never leaving his face. She ran a soft hand over her shoulder and pushed her long, dark hair out of the way, so it could trail down her back.

"Our mothers, along with your sister, Baela and Rhaena are in the gardens." She said, voice gone back to its usual cushiness. "They invited me to join them. I trust you will behave?"

The silver haired man flinched at her question. His hands dropped down to his lap, pulling at the washcloth as his eyes looked down at the dirty sheets.

Behave. Behave. Behave.

"Love?" Her eyes narrowed, word coming out rough and low.

Aegon flinched again. He looked up at her, head shaking up and down violently. She let out an amused hum, then got up on her feet.

"Good." She was now standing next to him, one hand reaching up to his face. She took in the angry bruise she'd awarded him with the night before. Then the faint imprints of her hand that covered his face, neck and chest. The rest staying hidden from her eyes by the sheet Aegon had covered his lower half with. "You're so good."

Aegon whined, the pathetic sound reverberating in his head. Before he had time to curse himself out for it, her fingers hooked under his chin. He turned to face her, hands clutching and pulling at the washcloth.

"My brothers are with Aemond and Ser Criston, in the training grounds." She said, thumb running over his bottom lip. "You'll join them."

It wasn't a question, but an order. One he wasn't brave enough to not follow. Not after the things his sweet,sweet wife had done to him throughout the previous night.

"That's it." The woman laughed out as she bent forward, lips meeting with those of Aegon. "I must go, my love. Get ready, then head down. You'll find clothes on the chair over there."

His pale eyes shot open, following to where her hand was pointing at. He nodded once more, head falling down after. The Prince put the washcloth on the nightstand as he got up.

Although he was a few good inches taller than her, Aegon felt incredibly small. Weak. Worthless. Undeserving.

He hissed as her hands wrapped around his wrists, successfully getting her to pull away. For a bit. Then she grabbed him again, this time much more gently, and brought them up so she could take a closer look.

The porcelain skin was now red and swollen. The ropes had left behind thin, angry traces where they'd cut in, marring the blank canvas Aegon was.

"I am sorry, my dragon." She whispered as she peppered his inner wrists with soft, apologetic kisses.

"It's fine." The Prince finally spoke out, his voice hoarse and trembling. He was smiling down at her, trying to bite back another hiss. "I...enjoyed it."

The brunette looked up at him, plump lips meeting with the red skin for the last time before she let go. Her arms wrapped around his neck, body pressing close to his.

Aegon rubbed his bruised cheek against hers, melting in her hands.

"My dragon..." She trailed off, pulling him impossibly close to herself. "I love you."

Aegon whined again, the tears now falling freely from his eyes. His hands reached for her hips, nails digging into the green silk of the gown that covered them.

"Say it again..." He was falling apart, body shaking with the intensity of the sobs that left his mouth. "Please."

The woman kept quiet. The fingers that were rubbing small circles on the back of his head, stopped moving.

"Please." Aegon needed to hear it. Especially after the cruel words she'd punished him with the night before. "Tell me you love me. Please."

Love me. Love me. Love me.

But she didn't say it. Instead, she unwrapped her arms from around him. The Prince almost fell to his knees at the loss of contact.

"Get dressed." She turned around, walking towards the doors of their chambers.

Aegon became painfully aware of the pitiful state he was in- naked, crying and begging, covered in endless amount of bruises, scratches and marks. He tried to put himself back together, to wipe the broken expression off his face. But there was no point.

In just a few hours, she'd completely destroyed whatever it was, that was left of the Prince. He had no ground to stand on. Not anymore. He could yell in her face, break her to pieces, even kill her. But she'd die, knowing she won. Knowing that she'd broken him in, taken him down to being this sad, miserable excuse of a person.

"I love you." Her voice reached Aegon's ears. "I truly do."

Then she was gone.

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"What happened to you?" Aemond asked as his brother approached him. He lowered his sword, signaling to Criston he'd take a break.

The knight offered a small nod, then turned his attention to the younger boys who were standing off to the side.

"Got into some trouble last night?" The one-eyed prince teased.

Aegon's head shot up, eyes staring up at his younger brother in shock. How did he find out, he heard his trembling voice inside his head. His legs almost gave out at the thought of Aemond knowing what she'd done to him. His brother already looked down on him, what must he be thinking now, that he knew his big brother was used like a whore.

"Told you that you shouldn't be going out into the city alone..." Prince Aemond said, hand reaching for Aegon's shoulder.

Aegon bit down a groan as his brother's hand came down on one of the bitemarks. He shook his head, his usual smug grin coming back on his face to cover the pain.

"It was nothing, don't worry about it." A relieved breath escaped through Aegon's words. Fortunately, Aemond didn't notice it.

The long-haired man lowered his hand, eyeing Aegon up and down suspiciously. There was nothing out of the ordinary. His brother looked a bit tired, a bit disheveled. Nothing he hadn't seen before.

He looked away for a second, then his eye came back to Aegon.

"What in the Seven Hells are you wearing?"

Aegon was sporting a high-collared black doublet, black pants and leather boots. That's not what shocked Aemond. It was the red shirt that showed underneath the doublet. The red cord it was embroidered with. The three-headed dragon pin on his chest.

Then his eye trained on Aegon's hands. The ridiculously large gold ring was resting on his little finger of his right hand. On his left thumb, however, was a simple steel band ring. One that had the sigil of House Strong on it.

Aegon turned red as he noticed the way his brother was inspecting him.

"Leave it be." He whispered, eyes going back to their nephews, who were now swinging at Ser Criston. "It doesn't concern you."

Aemond wrapped one gand around the back of Aegon's neck, eliciting a pained growl from his brother.

"You didn't get that nasty bruise out in the streets, did you?" Aemond teased, eye darting to his brother now and then. "No shame, brother. I honestly expected for your Strong lady to put you in your place way sooner."

Aegon didn't dare say a word. He stood there, allowing his baby brother to make his cruel joke.

"Prince Aegon, Prince Aemond..." Criston's voice rang out. "Would you join us? We have to even the odds."

Aemond turned nodded, then took a step forward. He turned suddenly, spinning on one heel.

"Would anyone blame me if that little bastard lost an eye whilst sparring?" He said with that smirk of his. "Do you think your Strong lady will come after me, do to me what she did to you?"

And there it was, the straw that broke the camel's back. Aegon's back.

He lunged at his brother, knocking him to the ground. With his newfound strength, it only took a few blows to the face for Aemond to pass out, his head bouncing up and down with every hit.

Ser Criston, Luke and Jace reached them in no time. They tried to pull Aegon off, but the Prince simply refused to let go. The rage had blinded him, all he could see was his brother's bloodied face.

But it wasn't the cruel jokes. Nor was it Aemond threatening to take their nephew's eye out. It was him, suggesting that the Princess would put her hands on Aemond the way she'd done to Aegon.

That was for him. The pain, the humiliation,the punishment. All his. No one else's. His alone.

"Aegon!"

And just like that, Prince Aegon let go. He allowed for Criston to pull him to his feet and away from Aemond.

All his. No one else's. His alone.

He shook off Cole's hands, then turned to stare at her. Waiting. For her to storm over to him, and show everyone where his place was. To show to his mother, his sisters, his cousins, his nephews.

But nothing came. She stood there, at the top of the steps, staring down at him. One hand extended out towards Aegon. Drawing him, guiding him.

He didn't notice how Alicent ran past him, nor did he see how she dropped to her knees, next to Aemond's unconscious body. He didn't notice the scared and confused looks on his nephews faces or the way his half-sister, Rhaenyra, looked from her daughter to him with a smug grin.

All he could see was her.

Aegon followed the woman into the Red Keep and up the steps, towards their chambers.

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"Why?" She asked, flopping down on the bed.

He didn't respond. Aegon was too busy trying to undo the clasps of his doublet to notice she'd said something.

"Come here..." She murmured, hand reaching out for him just like it had out there.

He heard her this time. Without wasting any time he strode over, only stopping when he had to look down to get a good look of her face.

They stood there like that for a bit, neither saying a word.

Then she spread her legs slowly, making room for him.

"Closer, I can't reach you."

The Prince took another step forward, now standing between her legs.

"I asked you a question." She said softly, fingers quickly undoing the clasps, then the buttons of his shirt. "Why did you do it?"

"He threatened to take your brother's eye out."

"I don't like it when you lie to me, Aegon." Her whole demeanor changed in the blink of an eye. There was no gentleness to her anymore. She tugged at the strings of his breeches, untying them with one swift move. "So why? I want the truth."

Aegon Targaryen had never shied away from a woman's touch the way he did when his wife's fingers ran down his happy trail. He sucked in a breath.

"He..." The Prince turned to look out the opened windows.

"What did he do?" She looked up at him, two fingers hooking at the front of his pants and tugging down.

"He asked if you'd do what you did to me, if he were to take his eye out." Aegon admitted, shaking his clothes of his body.

"And that made you knock Aemond out cold because..." The woman almost laughed at her own words. Aegon got him good, she couldn't deny it.

She watched as his breeches fell to the ground, freeing Aegon from the tight grasp they had on him. He let out a hiss as the cold air touched him, his already hard cock slapping against his lower abdomen.

Aegon looked away again, too ashamed of how much effect she had on him.

Two hungry eyes were staring down at the head of his cock, deep shade of pink and already leaking.

"Because...?" She teased, hand wrapping around him.

Aegon let out a deep moan, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. His pale face was turning red, making the purple bruise on his cheek stand out even more.

He hissed as she dragged her hand up and down the length of his cock at a painfully slow pace. The soreness of the night before still lingered, making every inch of his body scream in agony. Still, he found himself coming to love the feeling. The pain. The humiliation. The punishment.

"Because I don't want you to touch anyone else the..." His breath hitched as the brunette bent down a bit and licked a long stripe up the underside of his cock.

She felt him twitch slightly, making her let out an amused huff. A shiver ran down Aegon's back when he felt her warm breath hit him. His hand came to rest at the back of her head, gently massaging the skin underneath his fingers.

The sensation of her wet tongue dissappeared once she reached the tip, leaving the man to thrust his hips into the air. Then her full lips wrapped around the head, her tongue circling around it. She let out a low hum, the sound reverberating throughout his whole body.

"I don't want you to do what you did to me last night to anyone else!" He cried out, almost toppling over at the feeling of her tongue rubbing over the slit of his cock. "Just me..."

Her lips left him with a loud pop, the woman laughing softly at it. She wiped away the mixture of precum and saliva from her lips as she looked up at him.

"Just you, my dragon." She said as her hands wrapped around his wrists gently, guiding them towards her shoulders. "Help me get it off."

Aegon looked at her with a dumbstruck look on his face. His confusion didn't prevent him from sliding down the garment past her shoulders.

"You're not angry at me?" He asked.

"Quite the opposite..." The brunette said as she got up, leaving barely any space between their faces. "I'm proud of you, my brave dragon."

Another whine escaped Aegon as he slid his hands down her body, ridding her of her green gown. He pulled her close, their chest pressing against together.

He hid his face in the crook of her neck, planting wet, needy kisses on the skin there. Aegon lifted her up, the woman wrapping her legs around his waist quickly. He climbed on the bed while still holding her.

"I'm so sorry..." He said as he pulled away to look at her. "About yesterday. I didn't mean it, I just wanted to get a reaction from..."

She cut him short, pushing him off of her and then climbing on top of Aegon. On hand reached up to cover his mouth, the other going to his throat.

"I know." The Princess said, grinding down on him.

Aegon moaned from behind her hand, thrusting up. The grip she had on his throat got stronger. He stilled, his breathing did too.

The hand on his face turned, until her thumb was pressing down on his lips. He opened his mouth, tongue swirling around the single digit, cheeks hollowing as he sucked in.

"So good..." She whispered, her other hand sliding down his body and dissappearing between them. "So fucking good. For me."

Aegon's eyes fluttered shut as she wrapped her fingers around his cock, head shaking up and down with a choked moan.

"So brave..." The woman raised up slightly as she guided his cock to her, rubbing it over her slick cunt. "My brave dragon."

He bit down on her thumb as the tip of his cock entered her. The woman hissed, but didn't pull away. Instead, she hooked her other fingers under his chin, then shook slowly.

"Try not to bite it off or I'll have to return the favor." She joked, eyes darting from him to where their bodies met.

Both let out a chuckle, the sound soon getting replaced by Aegon's whines.

"Move." He unwrapped his lips from around her thumb, teeth still holding it in place. "Please."

"As my Prince commands..." Her breath hitched as she slammed down on him.

Her free hand trailed back up and then down again, nails digging in. Soon his porcelain skin turned to an angry shade of red, blood prickling.

Aegon couldn't hold back anymore. His hips snapped up, meeting with hers. Her palm collided with his face. He bit down on the digit in his mouth again with another hard thrust.

Another slap. His cheek was staring to sting. Then he did it again.

"You're enjoying it, aren't you?" She hissed out as she bounced up and down.

Aegon hummed, tongue rubbing against the pad of her thumb.

She pulled her hand away from his face, his teeth dragging over.

"I want to hear you." She said as she dropped down to his chest, legs giving out. "Say it."

Aegon mumbled a few incoherent sentences before wrapping his arms around her waist tight. He set up a painfully fast speed, skin hitting skin as he chased his own high.

Her mind went blank at the first thrust, hands pushing up as she tried to pull away from his grasp. She almost slipped away, but Aegon was quick to follow her. His head dipped down, lips wrapping around one of her nipples. He bit down and then sucked in, just as she'd done to him the night before.

A hiss came from the woman. One of her hands sneaked over his shoulder, then pulled his head back by his hair.

A thin string of saliva trailed from his mouth and down to her bruised nipple. He offered a toothy, devilish grin before licking his lips clean.

"I'm close." She stuttered, eyes shutting tight.

Aegon laughed out as his bruised cheek came to rest on her chest, his eyes closing. He kept the same pace, the sweet aching in his hips coming once more.

"Princess, the feast..." The doors flew open, one of her maids barging in. "Oh, Gods!"

The girl left just as quickly, blush creeping up on her face.

"Don't stop!" She moaned out as Aegon's thrust stuttered. "Don't!"

He laughed again, hips snapping. Then he stopped completely.

"It would seem I still don't know my place, wife." He craned his neck up as his mouth left behind a hot, blazing trail from her collarbones to her jaw.

"You'll learn..." The woman looked down at him, hand going back to wrap around his throat. "...husband."

[feyrecarol]

that was so HOOOOTTTT 🥵 i loved it so much

[two-white-butterflies]

coaxed you into paradise

Chapter Twenty-One: Orphans of Dragonstone Description: Saera Targaryen was her father's forgotten daughter. Years following her marriage with Ser Harwin Strong, she catches him in an affair with her sister and seeks solace in the arms of her uncle. Not realizing that the consequence of their affair is just as dire as her sister's. masterlist

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SAERA DECIDED ON HAVING DAEMON WITH HER ON DRAGON-BACK, but even so she refused to speak to him. She ignored his complaints as she saddles him unto Melarys — watching as Caraxes looked at them with confusion. Daemon was drunk, and there was no way he'd be riding tonight. "Are you sure that Melarys can carry our weight?" Daemon slurs as Saera places her son in another saddle. 

Melarys was the smallest full-grown dragon, though it allowed for her to be swift and silent — it left her defenseless under the attack of bigger dragons. "Better than having you ride drunk." she replied pressing a kiss on his head and allowing him to slump comfortably on the saddle. She was still disappointed with him — but her rage wouldn't last long. 

A dragon lands in the far fields — Aemond's eyes narrowed as he tried to make sense of the figure. The dragon walks towards them, dragging his tail and making a mark of the soil. Saera's grip on Daelon tightened, her eyes frowning in visible uncomfortableness. She didn't want to fight — not when she didn't have her sister beside her. 

Alyssa lets out a sigh of relief as she realizes who descends from the beast. It was her brother, Daegon. She runs towards him and gives him a warm hug. Missing his presence dearly. Saera smiles at her son, gently ruffling his hair and staring at the dragon. "You've claimed a dragon," she smiles as Daegon gives Rhaena a comforting stare. 

Out of all the children, Rhaena was the only one dragon-less. 

Rhaena takes a step towards them. "A wild dragon," she mutters and Daegon nods — watching as Caraxes roars at Lucerian. He places a hand on her forearm, comforting her. "We must leave now," Saera claims as she watches the Lights of Kingslanding from behind her. There was no doubt that they would label her as a traitor. 

She looks at her son, remembering the words of her sick father. 

Daegon must be King. 

But how could her son be king? When he prefers a book rather than a sword, and when he's known no other season but summer. He still had more to learn about the world — he does not deserve the whammies and betrayal of court. He was his own person — not a weak shadow of a king. 

"What happened?" Daegon asks looking at Daemon who was sleeping on top of Melarys. "There's not much time to explain, but we must ride to Dragonstone." Alyssa replies climbing on top of Bluefyre and helping Rhaena to sit behind her. 

Daegon looks at his mother, who smiles softly. "Listen to your sister," she commands as she places a soft kiss on his cheek. Before breaking free and walking towards her dragon. She didn't wish to tell her son about the injustice that has happened — she didn't want to hurt him twice. 

Daegon follows — though he felt confusion. His mother hated Dragonstone for it held memories that she scorned, in all of Daegon's life his foot has never stepped into the ancient castle. He walks towards his dragon once more, riding it and following after Vhagar who was already in the air. 

IT WAS ALREADY MORNING WHEN THEY DESCENDED INTO DRAGONSTONE. By this time, Daemon was sober and the reality of his stupidity began to creep in. Saera could notice that he was sober, hence she ignored his advances at apologizing. 

Melarys landed in the thick field of Dragonstone, watching as Rhaenyra walked towards the courtyard with confusion. "To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?" she questioned, still in her night-clothes. Jace followed after his mother, watching as the White Dragons landed in their castle. 

Saera freezes and her throat began to feel dry. The sisters weren't close — but they bonded over motherhood. Losing Lucerys would break Rhaenyra and no warmth would save her again. She looks at Daemon whose hair was still out of place — his hands were bandaged, but he still wore that signature smirk of his. 

His face softens as he finds his place beside his wife, looking at her as she tried to calm their son down. "Lucerys he—" Saera tried to find the right words and Rhaenyra raises her eyebrows. "Yes? Is he here?" she asked, her eyes searching the yard for Arrax. 

"He was poisoned, my princess." Daegon replies as he descended from his dragon. His eyes were cast low, and his figure remained rigid. Rhaenyra gasps, her hands finding itself holding her son for stability. Her eyes began to be wet with tears, and her heart beat furiously with rage. 

Lucerys — her summer son, the sweet boy with round cheeks and brown eyes was robbed blind of life. Saera walks towards her sister, kneeling beside her on the ground. There was no hate in her, only feelings of utmost guilt for she was unable to bring Luce justice. 

"Larys poisoned him — I-I tried to bring him justice but Alicent and the Hightowers would not let me." she explained as Rhaenyra clasped her chest in agony. She cried this way when Harwin died — now she was bound to feel it again. Daemon reaches for Daelon and takes him from Saera's hold — allowing the sisters to share an embrace. 

Alyssa kneeled beside her mother and aunt, comfortingly rubbing circles on Rhaenyra's back. "My son will be avenged. Lucerys will be avenged." Rhaenyra cried out letting her family comfort her. Daegon mourned for his cousin, who was rumored to be his brother. 

Daemon's eyes turned dark and his jaw clenched, his eyes watching as his nephew held his beloved sword. Aemond takes a deep breath, "And I will bring you their heads," he whispered watching as the sword reflected his features. His broken eye didn't hold an eye-patch, but instead a black-diamond was in it's place. 

His eye was taken by Lucerys. And now he was going to avenge the boy's life. 

His eyes moved towards his uncle as Daemon's glare darkens. "My sword," he whispered not hoping to ruin the moment between the girls. "My good-mother let me borrow it," Aemond whispered in return as his lips formed a smug smile. "Asshole." Daemon muttered under his breath as Aemond crosses his arms cooly. 

"Thank you, father." he replied as Daemon places a hand on his shoulders. Allowing for his hands to rest harshly, the weight of it causing hurt. "It's nothing son." he breathed as he slaps the boy's shoulder. 

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[feyrecarol]

“Thank you, father."

“It's nothing son." 

This is the reason for my outbreaks🤭😂

[shawty-writes-a-little]

No other remorse

Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader

Word count: 2k

Summary: Aemond helps the reader through grief—hurt comfort

An: The reader is not a targ but the house is not specified so it’s up to you x

Warnings: Hotd type violence, ANGST, arranged marriages, death of a parent

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Time seemed trivial as it passed these days. All it ever does it pass if only it happened quicker. Awaiting what exactly? Y/n wasn’t sure but as she spirit broken, stared outside the window of her chambers into nothingness every advise ever given to her had something to do with passage of time. Time mends everything.

For a while it does, makes the suffering seem grey within the situation being less of a horror than her expectations it makes one forget the whims and remorse in the first place. Y/n thinks back to her time back at home wild and free as ever when she was told about her marriage fixed with Aemond it was much resented by her “You can’t be serious! Aemond? Of all people you could marry me off to?” She remembers saying it to her father.

“I don’t intend to marry you off-you’re my only daughter but there’s some things I can’t escape myself from.” even with y/n sneering at her father he had been calm and reasoning to her. You would expect that from a father to a motherless child who had to marry her to someone she didn’t know of at all.

“Do not lecture me about duty again this certainly has something to do with your seat at the council doesn’t it father?” with no burden to ever serve or bend to anyone but herself marriage was far off y/n’s list. It was very so expected of her, she was aware. Running away wouldn’t last her by herself much and however angry she was at the time she couldn’t have done that to her father. Her only family.

“I would disregard a thousand council seats for you and as much as it pains me to say this…I don’t have a say in this marriage either.” For a father who never wanted y/n to lack for anything her entire life he didn’t have the authority to disobey the royal order. A match the king saw fit said the hand, Otto Hightower well aware with the politics y/n’s father knew it was the other way around.

So Aemond it was, Lord husband. Wedding ceremonies that went on for a week felt like attending her own funeral to y/n. She didn’t speak much to Aemond the entire time neither did he. Until their wedding night or as y/n called it ‘the dread’. Surprisingly enough Aemond’s understanding shocked her. He refused to touch her until she willed for it. Sharing the bed that night as an accustomed necessity and the following nights Aemond didn’t join their shared bed at the red keep.

It was melancholy at first, y/n never had any dreams any simple reader of knightly stories of the warrior who fell in love with the princess wouldn’t have. She wanted the romance of a marriage, one that she didn’t see after her mother passing. She wanted a love she chose herself with a prince or a knight or a shoemaker she chose. But someone she chose herself. The sparks of knowing someone like the back of your hand that you would be overcome with surety of spending the rest of your living days with them.

Well those naive girlhood dreams were behind here. A marriage forced upon her with someone she barely knew. However with time, Aemond wasn’t a horror of a husband. She was adjusting to her new family besides all along her father was there with her. A sense of familiarity only listening to him going over council matters with her and sense the worry and remorse in his voice everytime Aemond was brought up. Y/n always told her father about being content with her marriage now, however she was not she didn’t want her father to carry the weight of a situation that was unavoidable for him.

At public gatherings he stood by her, a presentable match they made. Other than that he never really bothered her much, there were some encounters some comments shared but not many milestones for a marriage of half a year. It takes time.

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It felt like a betrayal. To think of all those times, people who were her family in name to say did that to her father. Three nights ago the council meeting seemed to have a dispute of sort y/n hadn’t seen her father till then and never did, again. Y/f/n, traitor to the realm was executed by the order of acting king the hand. For all y/n knew her father was anything but a traitor. People respected him his honour knew no bounds how could he? He was executed with the first sun ray of that morrow.

She didn’t even get to say goodbye. A court session was called upon and among a very few officials and the hand her father was executed, she wasn’t even allowed to attend it. The queen herself was the one to break the news to Y/n. She felt paralysed to move and the words didn’t come out of her throat. Father is actually dead? Executed?

Alicent held her hand, talked to her, consoled her in every way a mother could but y/n was far from processing anything else. She felt her whole world collapse. Alicent saw herself in y/n her father being the only person she knew in a red keep could never see her again. Alicent knew Otto conspired with other council members behind her back in the council meetings that happened late at night. Y/n’s father must’ve had a massive disagreement to one of Otto’s plots-Alicent had been in this ugly politics for a long while to know. Years of honour and duty soiled just like that. Alicent couldn’t say anything to y/n that would make her feel better, part of her wished she could have prevented what happened to y/n’s father.

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Y/n spent the rest of the day alone keeping herself locked in her chambers. Refused the servants, meals untouched. Y/n wished to dwell into her misery alone in her chambers for the rest of her life. She was all alone now either ways. As much as she would want or succumb into her grief all alone she heard the giant doors to her chambers open. The maids, again she thought not looking to see who it was. It didn’t matter.

“Y/n” a voice called from behind. Raspy and familiar. Aemond.

Still she didn’t look back only a tear shredded from her eyes again, she wiped it off her face quickly gathering herself and turned to him. “My prince.” She replied in a voice silent as whispers, tired and monotone.

The redness in her eyes and her face drenched of grief was easily inferable to Aemond. He hated to see her this way, the idea that she had to present herself gathered in front of him, hide her sadness in front of him pained him. They weren’t the ideal pair but he resented that she felt she couldn’t rely on him “I’m deeply sorry for your loss.” He spoke walking towards her as she nodded in reply.

What was she to say? The loss was only hers to bare. Frankly she was afraid of what to do from here…with no one left. Aemond on the other hand felt lost at words. What do you say to someone whose world has fallen apart? For as much as he’d known of y/n she was as joyous as it gets, she shared jokes with Halena and proved to her best companion, Alicent adored her as well, got along with the servants and maids if only from afar she had always been as lovely as daylight moon to him. Shining all the time.

“Your father was a good man-“ Aemond began not wanting to leave y/n alone.

“Honourable.” Y/n’s voice lighter than before interrupted him as she looked down at her hands, attempting to avoid his gaze. “He was an honourable man.” She finished her sentence.

“Truly. He was an honourable-“

“And he wasn’t a traitor.” This time she gathered the courage she had to speak at the normal pitch. It felt like she was speaking up against Aemond in some way. She just wanted to speak up against the false allegations. Perhaps Aemond would be the only person she could ever say be courageous enough to say it to.

“Y/n listen” Aemond gently held her hands in his as she quickly yanked them away from his fingers. Aemond being here at all felt like a mocking.

“D-don’t touch me!” She announced as tears threatened to spill. It hurt to see her be this resistive of his touch, when things had been better between them for a while. “Had it not been for marrying you my father would still be alive!”

“Trust me y/n if I knew anything about the execution I would have tried to prevent it!” Aemond reasoned to her still collected but a bit of himself hurt to see his lady wife this way. He carried the weight of the relationship they could be, he had become rather fearful of the longing and love he held for her.

Y/n stepped closer to him for the first time since he entered her room she looked up at him, into his eyes “Why didn’t you?” She tugged at the collar of his shirt weakly, “Why didn’t you, Aemond?” Aemond. This was the first time she had called him by his first name.

Her teary lost eyes started into his seeking justification, someone to take a fall for her. She pulls away again. She didn’t want to be calm. She couldn’t be collected with herself when in truth she felt like more in blame “If I had just told my father I was truly content with you-asked him to leave the council—all this treachery, go back home..do you think it would’ve been different? I would’ve prevented it?” How could she ask him if something she couldn’t accomplish herself. If not for her sake everything could’ve been prevented. She sobbed as the blame took a toll on her it felt like she had a hole in herself. Everything felt shallow.

This time Aemond stepped further wrapping his arms around her, she resisted him at first as she cried. Slightly pushing him away with weak tugs, which had nothing to do with Aemond. It was that he was the only one there she felt undeserving of his sympathy for something she felt like she caused herself. Aemond understood that, unmoved he rubbed his hand on her back trying to calm her down. “You are not to blame here my love, you couldn’t have known.” He said as y/n finally gave in, melting in his arms continuing to sob. “I should have.” she muttered between her sobs as he held her.

“It wouldn’t have helped, to die is easier than to watch someone die I assure you none of it is your fault. Men in power tend to play ugly games.” He consoled her as she buried her face into his embrace. Aemond held her in his arms as if the world would end if he let go off her. He slowly sank both of them to the ground and held her just as close as she cried until tiring herself to sleep. He held her through it all as she fell asleep in his arms.

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HIIIIIII I’ve some ideas to do a part two of this (not a series) let me know what you think of this or if you want to be tagged :)

Drink water <33

Tags: @softieekayy @stuckinaf4nfiction

[feyrecarol]

I love this, I'm crazy for the next part of this

[pinkydevil16-deactivated2025050]

Monster Aegon targaryen x reader: part 4

Y/n felt the servants removing her wedding dress, slipping her into the night dress Aegon had seen her in the a few hours before. The slight between her thighs shining in the candle light, the servants had not commented but she knew they had judged her. Aegon sauntered in, staring at her as he finished his cup, walking around her as he grazed his hand over her back. Picking at the silk to see the slick between her thighs, chuckling lightly as she tensed at the air to her cunt. Dropping the material and lounging on the bed, leant back on one arm, legs off the side wide open. Holding out his cup he spoke.

"Fill my cup wife, the monster wants a drink." Y/n rushed to grab the decanter, her hands lightly shaking as she poured his drink, Aegon sitting up fast and grabbing her wrist. Downing the cup and throwing it across the room, taking the decanter he placed it on a near by table keeping Y/n leaning over as he stood. Putting her hands on the bed, fully bent over presenting herself to him. 

"What is a monster Y/n? Would a monster make you cum, i do not believe one would. I think a monster would take what belonged to him, he would not care for his wife's pleasure..." His hands once again pushing inside her, his pace brutal as he forced her to stay in the same position, slowing as he felt her tighten, her moans turning into sobs as he brought her to the edge. Starting his fast pace when he saw her breathing return to normal, her arms shaking as he did, more squeaks coming her as she tried to say anything. Her thighs beginning to shake before Aegon removed his fingers completely, watching her cunt pulse around nothing, to be filled. Y/n wanting to collapse to the ground as she cried from want. 

"I'm sorry Aegon, i do not think you a monster, please i will do anything just let me cum." Aegon gripped her breast, squishing it in his hand as he played with her nipple, shivers going through her body as she whimpered. 

"Show me how sorry you are." Aegon pulled his clothes off, sitting against the headboard, moving his hand along his cock as he watched her. Tapping his legs and looking at her expectantly. Y/n stood shakily, she felt her slick down her thighs, climbing onto her husbands lap and staring into his eyes. His eyebrow raising as he guided her hand to his cock, moving it the same as he had previously, licking his lips.

"Go on precious wife, ride the monster." His voice deeper with lust watching Y/n lift herself, slowing stretching herself over his cock.

"Aegon, you are too big i cannot do this." Aegon rolled his eyes, biting her neck and pushing her fully down, curses coming from her as he did. Giving her a few seconds to calm herself Aegon raised her up and down, her hands grasping shoulder as she began to move. His hand running her stomach to graze her clit, her body jolting as she continued to move against him. He loved the power he held over her, the way she responded to his touching and especially how tight her cunt gripped him, trying to milk him for heirs. As they both grew closer, Aegon applied more pressure to her clit, her movements stuttering at he did, unsure she could keep up with the pure torturous pleasure she felt.

"Tell me you love me." Forcing her to kiss him as he thrust up into her.

"Tell me now." His thrusts faster as he could feel her body ready to cum.

"I love you Aegon." Y/n shouted as she came, Aegon following suit as she squeezed him for all he was worth, Y/n collapsing against him as they both panted. Biting her lip she looked up at her husband.

"I quite like when you are a monster." Aegon laughed loudly, rolling the two over as he hardened inside her, kissing her fiercely.

"I'll show you a true monster then." Y/n laughed as he trailed kisses down her body, leaving harsh bites against her chest. 

[feyrecarol]

"I'll show you a true monster then." we finished this picture with my fertile mind working millions🤭😂

[endlessdreamqueen2]

Dream’s Concubine (Part One)

Pairing: Morpheus x Goddess Virgin Reader

Warning: SMUT

Summary: Following his imprisonment, the Dream Lord is touch starved so his sibling, Desire, send him a woman from their realm, to serve him, pleasure him and make him feel passion again. But of course, Desire does not just do something like this out of love to their brother. Desire also needs a spy, someone to report back to them about what Morpheus is up to and this someone is you.

“You should be honoured” you mother had said as you bustled about the house, throwing things into a small pack for you to carry with you to the Dreaming. You were one of ten children, immortal and yet inexperienced when it came to what Desire encompasses but you accepted your fate and you also accepted your duty to Desire of the Endless.

Your mother herself was a daughter to Aphrodite and became a goddess due to her devotion to Desire and you were about to embark on a journey to be with Desire’s very own brother, Dream of the Endless.

Continuar lendo

[feyrecarol]

I'm speechless for this, it was so hot🤭🥵

[lir-eerie]

Can I request hate sex with aegon with power play(?) where the reader chokes him and him being his bratty self won’t surrender? They could also do it on the iron throne maybe??

Content warning: smut, degrading, physical violence

Minors DNI

Aegon called his personal servant to the throne room, he was bored of all the political pleasantries. Once the last lord had left with their problems, the servant arrived.

"Took you long enough, did your dumbass get lost?" Aegon sneered as they approached. "You're not the only one in this castle that I serve." they spit back.

"Is that any way to talk to your king?" he tensed his jaw at the disrespect. "You're not a king. You're nothing but a brat." his servant rolled their eyes at his feeble display of power. Aegon narrowed his eyes. "Come here. Now."

The servant sighed and nonchalantly made their way up the steps to the Iron Throne. Once they made it to the top, the king motioned for them to come closer. The servant obliged and stepped forward, Aegon's hand raised to slap them. Mid-motion the servant grabbed his wrist, his eyes went wide. "Let me go!" the king yelled. "No. I think you need to learn respect." the servant moved even closer and placed a knee between Aegon's legs, right up against his crotch.

"I don't have to respect anyone, I'm above everyone in this world!" the king protested. The servant looked down at him. "From this angle, you're the lowest person in this kingdom."

Aegon growled and went to slap them again. The servant quickly grabbed his throat, shocking him. He struggled and choked, staring at his servant with ire.

The servant pushed their knee further into his crotch, smirking as they felt how hard he was. "You like to be choked?" Aegon growled and struggled some more. "I think I'll teach you how to respect others." the servant let Aegon go, only to reposition themselves to straddle him on the throne. The king glared at them, as their hand found their way to his throat again.

"Let's start with manners, it's the pinnacle of respect." the servant ground themselves down onto Aegon, his cock switching under the fabric of his pants. He attempted to push his hips up for more friction but the servant tightened their grip. "Please is a word that's used to ask for something. So if you want me to touch your cock what do you say?" the servant spoke to him as if he were a child.

"Fuck you." he barked, the servant slapped him. Hard. Aegon's crown flew off his head and clattered to the ground. He looked up at his servant, shocked, and very turned on. "Let's try again." the servant slipped their free hand down between them, and undid Aegon's pants. The king groaned as his servant pulled his cock free. "How do you ask for something nicely?" the servant squeezed the base of his cock and held it there. Aegon bit his lip and clenched his jaw, his breath was heavy as the hand on his throat restricted his breaths. "Please." he whispered with malice. "Please, what? I can't quite hear you whore, speak up." the servant smirked at his struggling. Aegon growled at being called a whore, his hands went to his servants around his neck. They responded by tightening their grip, Aegon started to see stars as his oxygen was cut off. "Put your hands by your side, or I'll leave you like this." the servant hissed. The king groaned, but his hands fell onto the thrones armrests. The grip around Aegon's throat loosened and he took in sharp, shallow breaths.

"One last chance, how do you ask for something nicely? What do you want me to do to you?" the servant asked once more, treating him like a child. "I want you to ride my cock." Aegon then whispered "Please."

"Good boy, but we have a few more lessons before you can get a treat."

[feyrecarol]

Wow! that was hot🥵

[lir-eerie]

Incubation

Aegon Targaryen x Fem!Reader

Content warning: smut, talks of pregnancy, infertility, oviposition. improper use of a dragon egg.

Minors DNI

Aegon never wanted children. He thought that children were annoying, messy, and stupid. He wanted nothing to do with them. Unfortunately as is his duty as King, he had to produce an heir. He hated the idea, being surrounded by screaming brats.

This changed however when he married his wife. An arranged marriage that soon turned into a firey passion of love and sex. Aegon wanted to breed her, make as many children as her womb would allow. She was eager to have his children, holding him close and not allowing him to pull out after he came in her.

Unfortunately, after two years of these many attempts, no child was born. Aegon and his wife had to come to the realization that her womb was barren, and no legitimate child would be sired from her. The Lady fell into a deep depression. Aegon stayed by her side, swearing he would not leave her or have some common whore give him an heir.

Weeks went by, and the Lady tried many potions and tonics, lotions and salves. Just to try and reawaken her womb, she wanted to give Aegon a prince. She was slowly coming to terms with her predicament however. She often sought out her Helaena, and she comforted her everytime they were together.

"You will have a baby, he will have blue dragon scales, claws and fangs. Green eyes that glow in the dark. I have seen it." Helaena would tell her, the Lady thanked her, always. But she couldn't help but doubt her sister in-laws visions. They never come true.

One night Aegon burst into he and his wifes shared chambers. He had a smile on his face and a large box in his hands. The Lady looked at him curiously and put her book down, it had been a while since she saw this side of him. "Dreamfyre laid eggs!" Aegon rushed towards her setting the box on the bed. His wife crawled closer to the box as he opened it.

There, resting on the velvet lining, was a large blue dragon egg. The scales glimmered in the firelight, it was beautiful. She sat in awe, staring down at the egg, she didn't even notice how intensely Aegon was staring at her. The Lady finally looked up, not having heard anything from her husband. "What?" she asked meeting his piercing violet eyes.

"I want a baby." Aegon said to her. The Lady sighed and pushed herself back against the pillows. She wanted to cry. "We've been through this I can't conceive-" Aegon cut her off. "No, I want a baby." he gestured to the egg. She eyed him, not understanding. "You want a dragon for an heir?" she was baffled and was convinced he was drunk again. "Why not? Targaryens are of dragon blood. Besides it doesn't have to inherit the throne, my twat of a brother and his piglets can have it for all I care. I want to give you a baby.

The Lady smiled, he was so adament about making her happy. "So we wait for it to hatch and hold a name day ceremony?" she joked. "We could, but we'd have to keep the egg warm if we want it to hatch in this century." Aegon responded. "Why not give it back to Dreamfyre, she can lay on it and keep it warm." Aegon laughed at this "Dragons are notoriously bad mothers, she'd just kick it into a corner and forget about it." the Lady's face was one of shock. She had not known that about dragons, but to be fair she didn't know much of anything about the mysterious creatures.

"Are we going to keep it in a kiln? We could have one built here in this room." the Lady looked around at the large chamber, plenty of room to keep a baby dragon. "Well you see. I have another idea." Aegon looked at her expectantly. She met his eyes again, waiting for him to continue. He reached his hand over and placed it on her stomach. "What's warm and keeps human babies safe?" he never broke eye contact. The Lady's eyes widened, understanding his intentions. "The egg is too big!" she protested "No bigger than a real baby, it'll fit." Aegon quickly replied. "Don't worry, I'll prep you. It won't hurt much."

Aegon soon had his wife on her back, her cunt slick with oil. He fingered her open, slowly. Making sure that every crevice of her was opened up nicely. She moaned underneath him and squirmed. He added a third finger, then a fourth and moved them in a scissoring motion. Wet, squishing sound filled the room with his wife's moans. "Aegon please, I want more." she whined. He smirked and rubbed her clit with his free hand. Soon he was sure he could fit his whole fist up into her, he knew she was ready. He pulled his hands away from her. His wife's cunt was gaping, begging to be filled.

Aegon reached for the egg and poured oil onto it, the blue scales shone brighter than before. His wife looked scared, she trembled beneath him. "It won't hurt, not too terribly bad at least." Aegon then pressed the smallest part of the egg against her cunt. The Lady moaned and moved her hips to rub against the egg, the feeling of the scales sending tingles down her spine. The king smirked and continued to press the egg into her hole. She began to stretch over it easily, his preparation made it glide right in. Soon however, when the egg was halfway in, his wife twitched in pain. She cursed and gripped the bed sheets fighting back tears. Aegon rubbed circles on her stomach as he stopped to let her adjust to the girth.

When she had stopped shaking he started to slowly push again, she cried out as the egg stretched her impossibly too wide. "Aegon!" tears fell down her face as she started sobbing. The king debated stopping, but he wanted his damn baby. He pushed further and she screamed. As much of a fuss as she was putting up, she didn't say 'stop' and she didn't try to get away. This was proof to Aegon that she wanted this just as bad as he did. The egg was at its widest part now, her cunt was sucking it in instinctively. The Lady could feel how full her cunt was, and her belly began to bulge. Aegon pushed the egg all the way in, and she closed around it, he looked up at her. Her face was red and stained with tears, he leaned up and kissed her forehead.

"You did so good, my love." he placed a hand on her swollen tummy as they both looked down at it. "We will have a child, I swear it."

[feyrecarol]

wtf?! 😳ok… I loved it😂🤭

[lilalovesbunnies]

aemond targaryen x stark! reader

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did @hoosurdaddy ‘s comment on my other post make me inspired and dedicated to make this fanfic? yes, yes it did.

- p.s. ily bae ♡

summary: the prince aemond is envious of your relationship with his brother, prince aegon.

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you happened to run into prince aemond before you bled, you were only a teenage girl, twelve and growing to be a lady. a lady gender wise yet becoming the lady stark. he was never fond of you, the way you dressed nor the way you styled your hair, but you happened to be a distraction to him.

“my lady, prince aemond requires your help.” you turned around to see the maester calling after you. you knew the last time the prince needed your ‘help’ he left you like a lone wolf. that’s who you were to him atleast. just a common whore for him to take his anger out on.

“can’t he find someone else for the job?” you had a confused yet upsetting look on your face hoping the maester could possibly find someone else for the prince. “i’m afraid he’s very demanding of you, my lady.” all you could do was sigh. you didn’t want to what happened last time to happen again, but you gave in. “fine, i shall do as he pleases.” the maester leaves you be as you gather enough courage to be face to face with prince aemond again.

the halls were dead silent, the only thing you could hear was your own breathing and the sound of your heels making a loud clutter sound as it hits the floor. your hands were placed in front of you, wanting to have posture for whomever should walk past, the last thing you wanted was for someone to see you can thinking ‘they’re such a slob.’ as you grew closer to the prince’s bedroom you started picking your nails subtly by placing your hands now behind your back. you were anxious to say the least. you were hoping for the prince to be in a good mood this morrow day.

as you stood at his door, ser criston was before the door, guarding it as requested by queen alicent. ser criston gave you a small bow before entering prince aemond’s bedroom. “the lady is here for you, my prince.” as ser criston cole stepped aside, prince aemond could see you fully. you were wearing something that prince aegon gifted you. it was a beige woven dress that felt so soft on your skin, you wish you had dressed more appropriately to see prince aemond, but your thoughts gor the better of you. it was matched withwith a silver necklace made of valyrian steel. you curtsied before the prince as he chuckled lightly. “ser criston, leave us be.” before the prince could say another word, ser criston had let the two of you be. you wish ser criston had been allowed to stay longer as you feel you would’ve felt more safe.

prince aemond swiftly moved towards you, and took your hand before placing a soft kiss onto the back of it. “you look ravishing, my lady.” he looked you up and down before leaving his eyes on your dress. it was like his mood changed instantly. he didn’t like how you were wearing something his brother got you.

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you were having a feast for your seventeenth name day, you had been given lovely clothes, wooden sculptures and even some jewellery. you were placed right next to prince aegon and prince aemond, with you being in the centre of course. everyone had wished you an amazing name day. the prince aemond gave you a lovely necklace that you were now wearing, the silver chain of valyrian steel. but there was one final gift to be given to you yet. a gift from the prince aegon.

“my lady, would you mind coming with me?” prince aegon held out his hand for you to gracefully accept. “of course, my prince.” you smiled softly towards him whilst prince aemond was quietly observing. the prince lead you a few steps away from the others who were attending your feast. “close your eyes, my lady.” you did exactly as the prince told you. prince aegon pulled out a dress that was hidden from behind his back, it was in the lovely colour that you adored. beige.

“open your eyes, i’m sure you’re going to love it.” as you opened your eyes on prince aegon’s command you were left in shock. it was such a beautiful dress, you took it from his arms before holding it up to your body. “i had it specially made for you, my lady. i hope you like it.” you were mesmerised by the dress. “like it?” you looked up at the prince who stood before you with a smile. “i love it!” as you placed the dress down on the side you immediately wrapped your arms around the prince’s neck. he held you in an embrace.

prince aemond was watching the both of you, what you didn’t know was that he was envious.

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“you’re wearing the dress my brother got for you?” prince aemond’s facial expressions now cold, you stuttered in response. “i was- i just- i didn’t mean to wear it, i would’ve wore something more appropriate for meeting you i just-“ the prince cut you off immediately. “you just what? wanted me to feel jealous? wanted me to feel angry over the fact you’re wearing something that, that dick got for you?!” you were shocked to say the least at prince aemond’s tone. he was almost furious. you couldn’t say anything. but he did.

he forcefully turned you around and grabbed a dagger that was strapped to his leg by a holster and tore your dress. your favourite dress. you closed your eyes and whimpered softly as the cold hair hit your body. poor thing, you were wearing nothing underneath. he turned you back around before he becomes more gentle with his touch. you were almost on the verge of tears, but he gently caressed your cheek and brought your chin up to meet his gaze. “now look at you.” you let out soft tears that hit the ground beneath you before he spoke another sentence that would stick with you until the day you die.

“only my necklace is on you, because you’re mine.”

[feyrecarol]

I love it 😍

[frankcastleonlyfans]

𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃

pairing: aemond targaryen x lannister!reader

warnings: nsfw headcanons at the end SO NOT FOR MINORS, aemond is a good husband, reader has lannister features, breeding kink, spanking, hair pulling, anyways that nasty stuff but not so nasty.

author's note: i can't write any oneshots atm, so i'll probably be doing a lot of headcanons until i feel like writing a whole story again. also, i aged the green children so, aemond loses his eye at 15/16.

reblogs, feedbacks and likes are appreciated. support your content creators 💓 please leave a comment if you like my work, and enjoy your reading.

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— brief story:

When you were a child, your father let you under the guardianship of your uncle, Tyland, who was part of the small council of the King.

That was how you met him. You grew up together.

King's Landing was your home, and the Targaryens were your family.

Heleana was like a real sister to you. You really couldn't remember your own.

Aegon had his sick sense of humor, but he never truly bothered you.

And Aemond... his simple existence brought you comfort.

And you did the same for him.

You would always assure him that he'd find a dragon someday.

He'd always compliment your blonde locks.

You loved his amethyst eyes.

You had so much in common with the prince, it was like you were made for each other. It was like destiny.

Queen Alicent looked at you as a daughter, since you treated her family so well.

"Mother says I'll be marrying Aegon." Helaena said, playing with her centipede.

You thought the bugs were gross, but you appreciated the way your friend was so fascinated by it.

"That's unfortunate. I love Aegon, but we both know he's not up to marriage." You said, paying attention to your sewing.

"I wish mother could have betrothed me to Aemond. At least he cares about me." Helaena murmured.

Aemond wasn't anything to you but a friend, and you still felt jealous from his sister's words.

"I wonder when will I get married..." You sighed.

"Don't worry, Y/N. I bet a lion and a dragon shares the same heart." Helaena smiled.

You frowned, grinning awkwardly, "What's that supposed to mean?"

Heleana shrugged. You could take a wild guess, but your friend always seemed to talk nonsense.

After the royal wedding, your father took you back with him to Casterly Rock, where he would be finding you a suitor.

You'd still be in touch with Aemond and Helaena, sending letters to know about their well being.

That's how the young prince told you about his eye incident.

That's how you told him about your possible betrothal to the son of Prince Qoren Martell.

Aemond was quick to beg to his parents to make you his wife.

Lord Jason Lannister couldn't refuse the King, even though he wanted to. After all, he was refused by the King's heir, Princess Rhaenyra.

The ceremony had to wait until your first period.

No one would guess that it would take years for that to happen.

You and Aemond exchanged letters through the years, and you've seen his personality change in it.

Through his words, you saw the boy prince turn into a man.

And after you turned into a woman, at the age of 18, you married the twenty year old prince.

When you saw Aemond for the first time in years, you couldn't recognize him.

Yes, he was missing an eye. But he was so... incredible handsome. A totally different person.

It awaken something in you.

"It's been a while since we've seen each other. I remember how you used to play with the cats around the Keep and... I have a present for you. I hope you like it." Aemond gave you a red box with a golden ribbon wrapped around it.

You chewed on your bottom lip and opened the box, not expecting a feline to jump on your lap out of it.

"Aemond!" You exclaimed with a large smile in your lips, "You're giving me a lion cub!?"

The prince bit back a smiled to your reaction. It made his heart warm to see you so happy.

"He will be trained so he doesn't get violent in the future. You're the first one of your house to have an actual lion. What are you going to name him?"

"Have you seen a lion named dragon?" You wondered.

The prince frowned, chuckling. "Hm, no?"

"Well, me neither! Probably raising a lion is easier than raising a child."

"Let's test it, shall we?" Aemond smirked.

— your relationship:

Aemond is possessive. He doesn't like to leave you alone with any man, especially if the man in question is his brother.

He constantly says that he wants lots of children.

Most of your time alone with him, he likes to chase you around your chambers, and play like you're both children.

Aemond likes to play with your blonde locks between his fingers.

He hopes for your children to have your hair and his eyes.

He misses the lost time with you that your father took from him.

He lets you take off his eyepatch, and leave soft kisses on his scar.

You often says how handsome he is.

He often confesses his love for you.

Aemond is a cold-hearted person with everyone, but you.

— your nsfw relationship:

Aemond is vocal. He growls and moans a lot. And he actually feels really comfortable doing so.

And he notices how your cunt clenches around him when he does so.

He likes to fuck you on all fours. He can easily slap your bottom and pull your hair at the same time.

He's obsessed with pulling your hair.

He kisses your arched back, using his hand to play with your clit, watching you turn into a whining mess.

"Can I cum?" You'd ask, having your face smashed against the mattress while your husband is pounding deep into you.

He loves to control your orgasms. And also, to gaslight you.

"I don't know, princess. Can you?" Aemond teased, smacking your ass hard.

And if you cummed without his permission, he'd punish you.

Aemond was trying really hard to get you pregnant.

In the first week as a married couple, none of you left your shared chambers.

He discovered a breeding kink just to the thought of your cunt leaking his cum.

And even when you eventually got pregnant, we couldn't stop fucking you.

Your swollen breasts full of milk, your swollen belly carring his children... everything about it made him hard.

[feyrecarol]

this was hot🥵and cute at the same time🤭

[star-girl69]

hello addie. can i place an order for aemond x reader. With fluff vibes and angst? where aemond is really in love with the reader, who is a noblewoman of a great house, she has ambition for the throne, and marries aemond only for power, but in the end she admits that she grew up to love him

i love this ask so much tbh… ok i’m pretty sure i stayed true to the ask but idk 🙏🙏 i hope you all like this and also idk if aemond is immune to fire but let’s just pretend (also this is not beta’d) (title is ofc from the fabulous lana del rey)

also thank you so so so much for requesting!!!!

no warnings i think, tell me if i missed something!

Money, Power, Glory

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All your life, all you had wanted was to be powerful. Ever since your father had died and your brother, Jason, became Lord of Casterly Rock you had become addicted to the taste of it. Since he hasn’t found a wife yet, (some part of you thinks he is still holding out for Princess Rhaenyra, even though she is happily married) you had been named the honorary Lady of Casterly Rock.

You hosted and organized dinners for the bannermen lords, made sure that new tapestry got to the library, selected the flowers to go in the foyer, and more things that piled on by the day. But that rush. Maybe ordering people around shouldn’t be that fun, but you didn’t care. You liked the power. The money. The glory. Some part of you considered breaking the norms, becoming a knight. That was ridiculous. While some were up for that treacherous path, you decided to go the path more traveled. Unfortunately, the only way a woman can move up in the world.

You decided to marry.

—-

After many months at court, befriending Queen Alicent, establishing yourself as a dutiful lady, you had gotten what you wanted. A marriage.

While Aegon was the heir, he was already married to Helaena. The second son was your best option. But accidents happened all the time. You had more power than ever before, and you would be happy, if not for this pain in your side.

You loathed Aemond.

You weren’t sure why, really, but just something about him annoyed you to no end. Maybe it was his ridiculous smirk, his obnoxious sword fighting skills, or his eyepatch. Maybe it was his powerful dragon, or the way his arms felt around your waist when you danced at feasts. You almost slapped yourself. Aemond was attractive, in some odd way, you supposed, but you swore not to fall in love with him. You would not settle until you were the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms.

Speaking of Aemond, your eyes flicked up to your maid as she announced him.

“Lady Y/N,” That ridiculous smirk. “I was hoping you would accompany me to the dragonpit?”

Unknown to you, Aemond knew all about your little game. He was smart, and to his trained eye, he saw right through you. You wanted money, power, glory. He could give it to you, if only you fell in love with him.

From the first day you had come to court, he noticed you. He fell in love with you. He wasn’t embarrassed to admit it. He was absolutely whipped for you, and would do anything you asked.

But Aemond wanted to be wanted. To be loved. So, he swore he would give you everything you ever wanted. After you fell in love with him.

Plus, he liked a challenge.

“Of course, My Prince.” Gods, your voice was intoxicating.

—-

The walk continued in relative silence to the dragonpit, and you took Aemond’s arm. You would never admit it, but his arms were quite nice and muscled. You liked holding on to them. But you were not falling in love with him, obviously. He was just a means to an end. But your bed felt awfully cold as of late.

“I have something to show you.” His voice snapped you out of your reverie, as he lead you to a room inside of the pit.

You weren’t quite sure what you were seeing at first. Then, it hit you. Dragon eggs.

“I claimed them, for our future children. It is Targaryen custom for dragon eggs to be placed in a newborns cradle, so that they may hatch and grow with them.”

You nodded.

Why did this gesture make you… you weren’t quite sure of the feeling in your stomach. Almost if your heart was squeezing in joy, your stomach filled with something fluttery. For him to think about your future children made you want to take him right here and now.

He’s just a means to an end, you reminded yourself.

Yes, the gesture was sweet, but meant nothing. He wanted heirs just as any other man did.

“You like them?” He took your hand, bringing you closer. A large fire burned, and the dragon eggs sat on metal braziers just next to the fire, keeping them warm. You were sure that if you touched one of them, your hand would come away horribly scared. He grabbed one.

“Aemond!” You jumped back, but he simply laughed.

“Fire does not hurt a dragon, my sweet wife.”

“Oh. Yes. I-“ You trailed off, suddenly feeling quite embarrassed.

“This one is my favorite.” He held it out to you. It was a beautiful egg. A deep red, with scatterings of black scales throughout. The color almost reminded you of blood.

“It’s beautiful.”

“I’m leaving, tonight.” He spoke the words quickly, not looking at you. As if he could not bear it. He placed the egg back on the brazier.

“Oh. Where? How long?” Why did you care?

“Pentos. A few weeks.”

“I see.” You took a breath. “I wish you safe travels, husband.” He looked back at you with a smirk.

“Will you miss me?”

“Of course. You are my husband.” Maybe some part of you found that it wasn’t a lie.

He stepped closer, placed a hand on your face. You almost jumped back, but didn’t want to be rude and hurt him. Lightly, as if he was balancing a tower of feathers, he pressed a kiss to your cheek, corner of his lips touching yours. You almost gasped in shock.

Almost gasped at the feeling in your stomach, the desire, the need for more.

“I’ll see you soon, my sweet wife.”

Then he turned and left.

You blinked, not knowing what to make of the desire in your stomach. The yearning in your heart.

A guard walked in.

“I’m here to escort you back to the palace, Lady Y/N.” You nodded, eyes wild.

“Yes. Yes, thank you.” He gestured to the open door, and you walked through, something changed.

—-

The trip did not take a few weeks. He was gone for months.

You loathed they way you worried about him. Every morning, asking Alicent if she had news of his return when she took breakfast with you and Helaena. Every morning was the same answer. She wasn’t sure.

Finally, one day, after Alicent had left, leaving you with the same answer, Helaena placed a hand on your arm. You had always been fond of her. She was one of the few people in the Red Keep, in King’s Landing, even, who was genuinely kind. She had no ulterior motive, no knife up her sleeve. It was refreshing.

“Y/N,” She started, voice mystical in that Helaena-way, “it is alright to fall in love with him.” You almost spat out your tea.

“I- I don’t know what you’re talking about, Princess.”

She smiled. “I have dreams, Lady Y/N. You know this?” You nodded. You had heard about dragon dreamers, men and women of Targaryen blood who could see glimpses of the future. “I have seen great things for you, good sister. You will have what you desire.” With that, she turned back to her pastry.

It brought you some comfort, you supposed. The only question was, what did you desire? The throne, or Aemond?

—-

Each day you grew more frustrated with your husband. Why couldn’t he just return?

Your days grew boring without him. Your nights were cold. Desire from the day he had kissed you still rested in your stomach. You were miserable.

So, one night, while it was storming outside, you heard the unmistakable sound of Vhagar’s roar, you jumped out of bed.

Your guards chased after you as you ran to the dragonpit. You were relieved, angry, sad.

“My lady! It is not safe,” One of them shouted. Rain poured down, thunder cracked above. You stood in front of Vhagar. A guard grabbed you by the arm, and you tried to pull away from him.

“Get your hands off of my wife!” You almost cried in relief when Aemond appeared from behind Vhagar. “Leave us.” The guards shuffled away.

“Aemond…” You whispered.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” It all came rushing back as he placed his hands on your shoulders, meant to be comforting.

“How dare you!” You wrench yourself away from him, tears falling, mixing with rain. He looks shocked.

“What have I done to upset you?” You are filled with rage, animal instinct. You descend upon him, weak fists hitting at his chest. He lets you. After realizing you’re getting no reaction out of him, you stop.

“You left me!”

He realizes what has happened then.

“Oh, my love. I’m sorry.” His hands caress your face, bring you closer. You fold into his chest, and realize maybe you had always loved him. You just did not want to admit it. You desired him, and power.

Perhaps you were meant to be together, and your drive for power was a means to an end. A means to him.

“Do not leave again.”

“I won’t. I’ll tell my mother, I’ll stay with you.” He breathes you in. You smell of rain, of some flowery scent. “Do you know how long I have loved you? Since you came here. Whatever you want, I will give it to you. As long as you love me, as long as you are mine. I will give you money, power, glory. Books, jewelry, dresses.” He is almost begging. “Just say you will love me, Y/N, please.”

“You would do all that- for me?”

“More.”

You are not sure how to answer him. How to thank him. Everything you have ever wanted is resting in front of you now, and it is all because of him.

You press your lips to his. Besides for your wedding, this is only time you have truly kissed him. You fumble, inexperienced. You want him to take away the desire in your stomach. You want him to make it better.

“It’s alright,” He whispers, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “We have all the time in the world.”

That night, he lays you in your bed, arms wrapped tight. You lay your head on his chest, thinking about how his heartbeat is the sweetest sound in the world.

You fall asleep thinking of money, power, glory. All that he will give you. Some part of you thinks you might love him, just for that.

—-

[feyrecarol]

looks like me when i try to deny that i like a person😂😭

[deicidis]

Withered In The Heavens

Morpheus x Noble!Reader, Edwardian Era

status: Completed One-shot

wordcount: 3.6k

warnings: Blood and Injury, health disease

18+ only, your media consumption is your own responsibilities. Warnings have been given. Do not proceed if these matters upset you.  

  Thus all doth fall. This hand of mine must fall

And lo! the other one:—it is the law.

But there is One who holds this falling

Infinitely softly in His hands.

—

The shadow pooling underneath his boots is a thing that brushes on the threshold of something unnatural.  

Continuar lendo

[feyrecarol]

I love it, I would clearly ask if he was a vampire😂

[two-white-butterflies]

yellow rose : three

Chapter Three: Wishing and Thinking of You Description: Queen Alicent strikes a match between her cousin, and her son. Believing that The Tyrells were nothing but roses, completely disregarding the Thorns in their sigil. In where, Delancey Tyrell rises and becomes The Mistress of Whispers. masterlist

*smut : masturbation

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DELANCEY FOUND HERSELF DRAWN TO THE RIVER NEAR KINGSLANDING, it was far enough from the city so it's waste couldn't potentially harm the water — but still close enough so she could visit it. This river was the only thing that reminded her of home.

She exhales deeply before allowing her body to be fully submerged in the warm river. It was summer, and it was the perfect day to go for a swim. She was almost shocked when nobody but her came there for a swim. Her mother's knight, Ser Erwin scratched the back of his head.

"It's not safe here, princess." he gently reminded as he clasped his sword close to his body. This was the route of the bandits, and despite Ser Erwin being a seasoned warrior — he would be no match to their large numbers.

Delancey closes her eyes as the water reaches her neck. "Ser Erwin, stop being tense and join me." she offers a cunning smile at the knight. He was always paranoid about certain things. But no harm would come to her, not when her fiancé was the scary One-Eyed-Prince.

"We really should head home, my lady." he pleads as he watches her relax under the harsh pulse of the water. She could be compared to a river-nymph whose beauty could enrapture the gods. A true rose of Highgarden.

A chuckle escapes from her lips as her toes walked across the the rocky grounds. "You would rather return to the stinky capital?" she inquired as a sigh escapes from his lips. Ser Erwin was born in Dorne — his nose knew not but spices and roses. He also didn't like the Capital.

He looks towards the sun. It was still early in the morning — and no harm could come from a bit of carousing. "Alright, my lady. But we must leave in a few minutes." he gave in as she chuckles, watching as his figure walks away — allowing her more privacy.

Ser Erwin has been in her mother's dispense since she was born. Sometimes, she sees him as a father or an older brother. She valued his company and valued how easily he bent under her pleadings.

She allows her body to be submerged in the water. Her mother often told her that she was green as summer grass, knowing nothing but the comforts of the sun. And indeed she might be naive, and childish. But with the pressures of her family laying across her shoulders, she couldn't find it to be mature. Lest, everyone depends on her.

She's seen how being the oldest daughter harmed her mother, and didn't want the same destiny for herself. Chained with the patriarchal views of the realm and knowing no other worth but the name of her husband. It was a cruel fate, one she wouldn't allow herself to have.

A person clears his throat, and she was sharply reminded of the reality. She turns around and faces the Prince once more, her mouth turning into a smirk. "Prince Aemond, did my mother send for you?" she questioned as she strides towards him.

Forgetting about her sheer gown that allowed him to have a full view of her body. His eyes trail towards her body, as Ser Erwin runs towards the both of them. Gathering his coat and placing it on his lady's body.

Aemond looks away, and avoids her gaze. Wishing to remover such tempestuous thoughts from his head. "Queen Alicent did," he replied as she wraps the wool coat around her body.

Mentally reminding herself that this wasn't an act of a chaste lady. "Well, I suppose we should go. I wouldn't want to keep her majesty waiting on my account." she replies cheerfully, walking towards her black mare that was chained to Ser Erwin's.

Aemond reaches for her hand, and pulls her towards him. Her body gently bumping against his chest. "I mean for us to use Vhagar. The horses will be too slow." he clears as his eyes bore unto hers, enraptured by her doe eyes.

She frees her hands from his, as she gathers her wet gown and treads towards his dragon. "Ser Erwin, return on horseback. I shall fly with Prince Aemond." she orders not bothering to turn around. Instead she walks towards the Dragon — knowing that it's rider would allow it to hurt her.

Erwin nods his head, chuckling as the Prince followed Delancey like a lost puppy. "Okay, my lady." he responds unclasping both of their horses. Watching as Aemond helped the lady on the dragon.

DELANCEY'S GRIP TIGHTENED AROUND AEMOND. Vhagar begins to lift herself off the ground. She closes her eyes, feeling the sharp air pierce through her skin. This was her first time riding a dragon, and she knew it wouldn't be her last.

He chuckles, as the air slightly dries her soaking body. "Scared of dragons?" he questions while she buries her face in his back. She didn't fancy heights — it was her biggest fear. Yet, here she was facing it with Aemond as her lance.

"It's not hilarious," she complains as she tries her best not to look down. He looks behind him, and grins. Who would've thought that the brave Delancey, would be fazed by heights.

Her hair waves through the wind, allowing for her grasp to tighten even more. Her worst fear would be letting go. She buries her head in his back once more, breathing in his rosemary scent. His hand reaches from behind him, as he tries his best to comfort her.

"You will not fall, my lady. I made sure that the saddles hold you tight." he screams comfortingly as Vhagar roars in agreement. But his words were empty in the face of fear.

He looks at her, and smiles again. Dreading the walls of Kingslanding that were fast approaching. He flies down the courtyard, as her eyes peak through. Thanking the Mother for allowing a safe descent.

She jumps out of Vhagar, with Aemond casting her a concerned stare. "Thank you for the ride," she thanks as a servant runs towards the both of them. Leading the Lady Tyrell to safety.

IT WAS LATE AT NIGHT, Aemond couldn't find sleep. Instead there was a bulge in his trousers that required his immediate attention. He groaned loudly, scolding himself for having such lustful thoughts about his beloved.

He closed his eyes, trying to get rid of the picture in his mind. The silhouette of her wet body danced across his mind, sending chills up his spine. He couldn't forget her curves — but most importantly, he couldn't forget about her eyes.

It was a feverish flame in the dark, and she was the one that ignited those feelings. She was the one holding the match. And he cringed for her, bowing at the grounds that she walked upon.

His hands shiver towards his pants, unzipping his cock and placing it on his palms. It felt wrong to think about such pure lady in this demeanor — but he couldn't find himself to stop.

He pumps his dick once, allowing it to twitch in his hold. "Ahh," a moan escapes from his lips as he convinces himself to halt. He closes his eyes once more, an image of her pressing her body against his making him harder.

He pumps his dick for the second time. This time more faster and with more fervor. His eyes roll back, his mouth opening with satisfaction. He couldn't stop thinking about Delancey, with her beautiful Hightower hair, and vixen eyes.

She was a conqueror and he was waving a white flag of surrender.

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[feyrecarol]

Aemond in love is cute🤭

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Aemond targaryen x targaryen reader: part 12

Aemond had not spoken to her in 3 days, he had refused to let anyone in to speak to her, she would not attend meals anymore and would take them in her bedroom. He did not sleep in the adjoining room and Y/n did not try to talk to him. She had thought her plan to be smart, she did not think he would find out. Aemond on the other hand was finalising his wedding preparations, he had forced Aegon to move them along, threatening to castrate him if he touched his wife again. He had taken to declaring Y/n his wife, it sounded better on his tongue, he had held his resolve in for too long and been patient with those around him. She had teased, flaunted and broken him and once they were married he planned to ravage her showing everyone she belonged to him. His mother had planned the wedding so quickly he suspected she had it ready the day Aegon became king. He could not bring himself to look at Y/n, he would break her, seeing her with Aegon had been a different type of rage. When his brother had held her onto him he could have burnt the kingdom down without a second thought. He needed to claim her before god and all of the kingdom to quench his thirst or he would not be able to be around her any longer and stay honourable.

Y/n worried more everyday, what if this was his breaking point but instead of releasing her he would keep her chained away forever, shunned from him and forced to live and die in this room. As she began pacing the door finally opened a petite maid walked in, smiling at her she placed an intricate silk dress upon the bed. Y/n could not stop the disappointment at not seeing Aemond enter from creeping into her body. 

"Lady Y/n, a bath has been run and you have been requested to be washed and prepped for your wedding." The middle ages maid spoke quietly avoiding eye contact with the younger girl whose eyes widened as she ran towards the dress. It was her dream wedding gown, she had told Aemond once when they were very young of her love for her mothers wedding dress but wished it to have more detail. And in her hands was an almost identical dress to what she had described. She placed it down and nodded at the maid, following her to a bath filled with milk and honey, the soothing smell of her favourite perfume infused. Stripping she slowly submerged, her hair out of the bath, the servants quickly making work of scrubbing her clean, her skin glowing when she exited. She was dressed by multiple women, all happily chatting about what to expect on her wedding night but Y/n was not sure how she felt. She had not been shunned, instead he had prepared their wedding, she did not understand Aemond and struggled to decide on her feelings instead choosing to hum in agreement. Halaena was allowed to enter once Y/n was dressed, the two girls embracing quickly. Halaena looked beautiful, her hair down with flowers woven into the small braids keeping it away from her face, she had a small bump showing through her yellow dress. She looked ethereal, truly from another world. Halaena helped the maids with Y/n's hair, handing them small flowers to weave into the many braids making up the bun on her head, her head piece resting on top. She couldn't stop herself from admiring how beautiful she looked, she had never seen herself like this. 

"My Lady we must take leave now." The maids bowed and left the two girls, Y/n looked at Halaena, her eyes watering as she pressed herself against her stomach. 

"I do not what to do Halaena, i shall be married and claimed but i am afraid i have pushed him too far." Halaena brought her face up, placing a single daisy behind her ear and pulling her up, mumbling in her odd way which brought comfort to Y/n. A knock sounded on the door before it opened as Alicent walked in, her green dress sweeping across the floor behind her.

"It is time to go, Halaena you go ahead i will walk with the bride." As soon as Halaena left Alicent grabbed Y/n's face.

"You do your duty or i will find someone to replace you and hand you off to Aegon." She spat, she had enough of her som rampaging over his want for the girl she held. She did not understand his obsession with Rhaenyra's child much as she didn't understand her late husbands love for the pair. She quickly let go of her face, and grabbed her arm harshly, lacing her arms together and began walking her towards the ceremony. 

Rhaenyra had finally received a raven, though she had burnt it the second she read the letter. Her daughter was to be married today, the families would be united again however it was not an invitation. She had not expected one but it was a threat, a challenge to try to get her back but Rhaenyra knew they could not take on kings landing yet so she had burnt the letter to protect her family. She loved her daughter so but she knew she was strong, stronger than most and would understand her. She just hoped Y/n would be smart.

As the ceremony came to a close, the blood on Y/n and Aemond's face fresh, as Aemond pulled her face towards his sealing their marriage Y/n could feel herself allow him to kiss her. Her body relaxing in his arms as she closed her eyes and kissed back. Pulling away he kissed her once more.

"My wife." He whispered against her lips before pulling her in again, the cheers of the crowd behind them muted. The bond strong and seen by god and the people of kingslanding. Showing her as His.

[feyrecarol]

👰‍♀️let the wedding night come. Afraid of how their relationship will be

[cullenswife-deactivated20240327]

That one-eyed bastard Part 3

Warnings: curse words, innuendo, my English, Aemond being unimaginably hot

Part 1 Part 2

“Apologise”.

You looked up at your father, shock written on your face.

“Excuse me, what should I apologise for?” You feigned ignorance but a nasty feeling was creeping in.

“Must. You must apologise and you know who to”, father’s voice had an edge in his voice.

“But-…” You sighed heavily. “I haven’t told him anything undeserved. He made fun of us all yesterday and I am the one to make apologies?!”

“Enough! Enough of this nonsense! No more will you bring shame on this house. Shall you not do as I request, I will lo longer wait for a proposal to come, I will propose marrying you to Lord Farys myself!” Father stood up, knowing this was the way to control the girl.

How low. Manipulating with marriage, how easy it must be for a man.

You shallowed heavily as all the hatred for the man clouded your judgement.

Apologise, it won’t hurt as much as getting sold off to an old man.

“Fine, father”.

. . .

You must be honest, you had skipped breakfast that day not to stumble upon the heirling. But this? Coming up on your own and making apologies? That meant to spit on your own dignity, that was much worse than just kneeling.

With a frown on your face, you made way to his chambers. Hesitating for a dozen few times you raised you fist and knocked a few times.

Silence.

You knocked again.

Silence.

He must’ve left the castle.

“Ugh, idiot. There are no guards”, you murmured opening the door quietly.

Indeed, the room was empty. You skimmed it for a brief moment, not noticing anything out of place. Everything was as best as your father could afford for the Prince, the most expensive and luxurious carpets, furniture, bed and silk covers. You wondered whether in King’s Landing it was all the same. You exhaled and almost headed for the door before something caught your eye. You stepped closer to the thing, a mischievous twinkle appeared in your eye.

Father wanted an apology from me, he didn’t say how he wanted it nor when.

With a smirk on your face you left in round ten minutes, leaving a pleasant surprise for the chambers’ owner.

. . .

Aemond’s POV

I came back to the castle nearly in the evening. The day was full of duties such as revising the state of the eastern army, controlling the expense of its keeping and writing a report for the Hand of the King, my grandfather.

There was some time left before the dinner, so I ordered servants to draw a bath for me. While they were doing it, not daring to cast a look at my face, fools, I took up the book I was reading the night before, “Politics and Ambition”, a good one to learn ruling a kingdom.

Aegon might’ve found the book useful, were it not for his desire to sloth.

The moment servants were gone, I opened it only to find a small piece of paper hidden between the pages.

I knitted my brows, recalling that there could not be any notes in the book unless..

Unless someone came into the room and left it.

I was furious to cut off someone’s head.

What treatment the Warden of the East offered to a member of the royal family?

I unrolled the piece of paper, finding something resembling a letter.

“I shall not apologise for the things I will always deem unjust. Should you find yourself complaining more, my Prince, be welcome, bite the dust.”

I reread the note, being a bit confused by the rhyme. Who would write it-..?

Y/n.

A snicker emanated in the room.

The little doe was forced to apologise. And yet came up with this.

I couldn’t help but snicker once more. The picture of Y/n finding her way to my room and leaving the note as secret lover would was amusing me too much.

The little doe.. if you wanted someone to bring you to you knees, you’ve found your future master.

I put back the note between the pages, closing the book and already anticipating the forthcoming dinner.

This will be an entertaining dinner for sure. The dragon comes out hunting little does.

. . .

Y/n’s POV

The dinner. I stayed in my room for dinner as well, didn’t want to see his stupid face nor wanted to hear any orders from father in front of him. The later was actually even happy I didn’t come, thinking I was sorry for the offensive words and was trying to gain Prince’s favour not getting in his way.

Go on. Dream about it, father.

I started thinking about the childhood when my mother was still alive. Was she really happy with such a pathetic man like our father? Was she forced to marry him like he threatens to do with me and my sisters?

Suddenly, fear woke up in me. What if one of us would truly be chosen to marry the Prince and he’d be the same? The cruel, wicked and ruthless; inconsiderate to anyone who’s not his family. I snickered.

He was even against his family members, ready to wage war on Rhanyera anytime now. Would he ever care about some Baratheon bride he was arranged to marry?

A dull knock tore me from my sombre thoughts. I wondered who would like to visit me this late at night.

“Come in”.

A servant girl..Eleanor it seems, came in and bowed.

“My Lady, your sister Meredith asked me to fetch you to the garden fountain,” she voiced with a slightly trembling voice.

“Meredith wants to see me this late?”

She nodded, certainly avoiding my eyes.

That made me nervous. Did something happen at the dinner? That bastard must have done something again.

Interesting, has he called us horses again?

“Thank you, Eleanor. I’ll come in a few minutes”.

As soon as she bowed her head and left, I changed into a simple violet gown and threw on a coat.

I sneaked out the castle so many times that it cost me nothing. Almost. With the Prince in the castle there were a few more guards at the entrances and exits.

When I arrived to the fountain we had in the farthest part of the garden, I was slightly out of breath but saw no one.

“Meredith?”

Good, she told me to come not bothering to arrive on time herself.

Wait.

Meredith is not to be late. Ever. Maybe she couldn’t sneak out?

“I wonder how you’re not already dead by now”, he whispered, gripping my arms, standing behind and as it seems, feels really close to me, so close that I could feel his warmth, for a split second that warmth seemed comforting in the chill of the night but then.. I knew exactly whose words were that.

Aemond

I grit my teeth and tried to got out of his grip, but he wouldn’t let go.

“Have you really thought you could simply avoid me after all your..” he faltered only to grunt.. “activities?”

“What? Did the Prince miss me? I might think your heart’s softened over a night.”

He abruptly turned me the way that I was facing him now, still not releasing me from his grip. It was better not seeing his face and that stupid smirk at all, especially than it was a few inches away from my own face.

“I might think it is you who had desire beyond all bearing to pay a visit to my chambers. What would you father think if he knew you were coming to a stranger’s chambers? I even wonder if I’m not the first to get this.. lucky”.

How I wish to slap you in the face.

“Implying that I’m a corrupt soul is very highly of you, especially than it’s you throwing threats at anyone you happen to meet.” His smirk grew even wider.

“Oh, it might be highly of you as well to imply the Prince’s death in you secret love letters,” he cooed.

“Love le-..?” I shook my head. “I thought your eyesight might have got a blow but now I see, it was your mind as well.”

His eye narrowed at the mention of his scar and the jaw clenched.

I know this is low to call on the thing that wasn’t his fault but he’s started this, has he not?

“You must be aware that I have every right to cut off your tongue here and now,” his eyes burned with anger. “What a shame would be to your father that the mouth of yours wasn’t used for proper treatment of a husband”.

He might feel pleasure in seeing me shocked and a bit flushed not at the threat but the innuendo in his words. I thought of my response, was it too much to say? To hell with modesty than you’re being insulted.

“Then I wonder, My Lord, whether any whores have treated you properly. They must have not as you are always sullen and moody. Tell me, was the price too high even for you? You might express sympathy to those poor lads, they had to bear with you, after all”, I made an attempt to flash a poisonous smile but that wasn’t true.. not all of it at least.

I didn’t have any other moment to feel regret than I suddenly gasped at being harshly pressed against the nearby tree.

“We shall see if you can bear with me as well, bride”, he merely faltered and put his lips on mine pressing me harder to the tree.

My eyes were wide opened, I was gobsmacked feeling his hot mouth on mine, his tongue trying to penetrate the cavity and hand holding up my chin for him to have more access to it. I stood frozen for a few seconds when my senses came back and shouted for my brain to start working.

I tried to push him away pressing my hands against his chest, which he seems not to have understood and pressed himself to me stronger if that’s actually was possible. He still was trying to get me open my mouth wider for his tongue to explore it but I didn’t respond, gritting my teeth together and at least, I panicked and gasped for breath. That was enough for him to attack my mouth with a new force, so I did what was the first thing to come to my mind, bit him.

I bit him strong enough for him to wheeze and take a step back, watching me the way I didn’t know how to decipher. Was he furious, satisfied or maybe had an urge to kill me here and now as he said?

We both watched each other for a few seconds, me taking shallow breaths and him with his lip bleeding after the bite. Knowing this was my last chance to escape, I spun on my heels and ran to the castle.

I couldn’t care less if I ran from him again. I couldn’t stand to be in the presence of the one who dared to insult me, threaten me, trap me and force himself on me.

Yes, that was a kiss. But for a girl it was important, much more than others can imagine. And knowing someone as vile and conceited as him was my first kiss hurt me.

I shut the doors behind me, tears welling up in my eyes. There were many reasons I lay in my bed that night with a tear-stained face. Hatred for my father, rage for that bastard, the fact that he was my first kiss, the fact that he trapped me and I believed my sister would like to meet in the middle of the night in the garden. Me. I cried over everything that happened to me and just for one night allowed myself to feel weak.

. . .

The next morning I felt like I wanted to die. I had no strength to get up, didn’t want to listen to any of my father’s complaints and wanted to do nothing with that bastard. The only reason I was sitting at the table was Meredith who twisted my arm and made me dress up and do my hair in a pigtail. I didn’t tell anyone of what happened, knowing there would be tragic consequences, exclusively for me. And when I arrived, he was sitting at the head of the table as if he was the Lord Baratheon and not my father.

When I joined them, I caught his gaze sliding up and down my frame then turning to my father with a calculated mask over his face. And there was a bruise on his lip I knew no one has failed to notice.

“I hope you have slept well, my lord?” Anna’s voice chirped. As Meredith told me earlier, father wanted her to become the Princess and gave her an earful for her to entice him. But we all knew it meant seducing, not just making a conversation.

There were one of the most painfully slow moments of silence and when I looked up, I noticed him abruptly setting his eyes on my sister as if he was staring at me first.

That lustful pervert.

“It was a delightful night full of..” he waited as if contemplating. “Interaction with the locals.”

“I hope the locals didn’t comprise local animals”, father quipped, spurring everyone at the table to giggle but something told me Aemond didn’t want to be laughed at nor would he tolerate it.

“I must admit there was en encounter, rather pleasing I might add”, he said his grin widening as he knew that only two of us knew what really happened.

“Was there one indeed, my lord?“ Anna inquired feigning innocence she was never known for. Father’s daughter, no wonder he loved her most of us all.

“There was, my lady. Deer in your lands are quite enticing,” everyone looked up at me as I choked on the meat I was chewing. Father’s face changed from disgust in my direction into a knowing smirk as Anne continued playing cat and mice with the Prince.

“Oh, was it a deer that gave you the bite, my Prince?” She said in a lighthearted voice.

Surely, everyone thought Aemond was joking. But he wasn’t. And I was the only one to know that. I wished I lost my memory last night. It’d be better to sit and play a dumb girl in love as my sister was now.

“I haven’t expected deer might have such sharp teeth”, he replied confidently with that irritating sly smirk and again gave me a look, which I now returned with a glare.

“What a good thing deer don’t eat meat”, Anne stated as if it was the smartest thing anyone ever heard.

“Yeah, especially the rotten”, I mumbled under my breath.

As soon as it came out, I hoped no one has heard me but from the way Aemond sharply landed his hand at the flat of table, I knew who certainly has.

We measured each other with looks that could not only kill, incinerate when he voiced matter-of-factly

“Lord Victor, there are crown matters to be discussed with you that can no longer be postponed.”

As they left the table, I didn’t broke my gaze from his frame, beautiful to a certain degree but reminding me of the way he held me in his grip and kis-...

I had a certain wish to spat and peel off my mouth but probably it could be seen on my face because Anna scolded me.

“You have a nastier face than usual, sister. You might want to change it so as to not disgust our dear Prince anymore”.

“Don’t take it close to heart”, Meredith tried to comfort me but I had never had such a strong wish for Anna to marry that bastard and be fed off to his dragon at the very wedding.

. . .

“He has left!” Anna exclaimed.

I turned my head to the source of the noise when confusion took over my face.

Meredith and I were reading in my room so we didn’t expect her to break in so unexpectedly.

“What?”

“He has left. The Prince has left the Storm’s End, not taking a bride,” she looked at me as if it was the greatest sorrow on Earth.

It took me a second to process what happened. Aemond left not choosing a Baratheon bride, which means I will never have to see him again. He might have been disgusted by me or my sisters might have appeared to be not beautiful enough but this.. this was beyond my wildest dreams.

I laughed so hard that Meredith and Anna exchanged a wary look and watched me intently as if I was insane. I stood up abruptly, taking Anna’s hands that she obviously wanted to pull away.

“Dear sister, you must be delighted. You won’t have to marry a one-eyed bastard with easily wounded pride and enormous ego.”

“You cannot call the Prince such a thing!We will be punished if anyone hears us,” she stepped away from me as if burnt.

“He has left. You said so yourself”, I grinned at her, nearly jumping from being delighted.

“My Ladies”.

I might have broken my neck abruptly turning to the male voice. There stood Sir Criston Cole, one of the king’s guards, slightly bowing his head and looking at me.

“The Prince has requested that I accompany you to King’s Landing for the royal wedding”.

We exchanged looks, feeling like idiots again.

“What do you mean, Sir Criston?” Anna made sure to look officially as she clasped her hands before her.

“I dare to assume you haven’t been informed yet. The Prince has chosen..” he faltered, embarrassed to continue.

“Who?” Anna demanded, angry that her name hasn’t been voiced yet. He cleared his throat before stating clear and loud.

“The little doe, my lady. The Prince declared that the little doe is to become the Princess consort.”

Silence

“Do you understand what you are implying, sir? This kind of jokes are severely punished in our land”, Meredith shushed Anna as she threatened the man, which seemed only amuse him as a smirk was placed on his face.

“The Prince cleared that the little doe as the third daughter of Lord Victor of House Baratheon is to be married. So as for your question, My Lady, the royal decree is not a joke”.

Once again, I felt the ground being cut off from under my feet just as it was when I learned Aemond was the Prince.

The bastard hasn’t left not choosing a wife. He has left to see to the wedding’s preparation while his dear future wife would be accompanied to the capital. Oh, probably he has left not saying anything only to strike me harder when I felt relief.

When I thought I couldn’t hate him more after the kiss, Gods know I was wrong. Because Gods be damned with their blessings.

He chose to marry me.

A/n: I finally have finished this chapter. Hope you liked it and it lives up to your expectations😊 also, worked hard to make the aestethic, if you don’t like it, I’m just gonna put usual gifs. feel free to comment on anything you like/dislike about this. Any thoughts and requests on hotd are welcome!

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